Storms and Upheavals: Love Binds Chang'an

He opened his eyes to find himself Emperor Li Zhi of the Tang Dynasty. The court was controlled by Zhangsun Wuji, the harem by Empress Wang, and he, the Son of Heaven, was nothing but a puppet on strings.

The only variable was Wu Meiniang, the late emperor's concubine, who had been tonsured and sent to Ganye Temple.

On a rainy night, he left the palace in disguise. In the temple's prayer hall, he kissed her deeply and made a promise: "I will come for you." But an assassination attempt awaited him on the way back. The cold arrow embedded in his carriage was only the beginning.

Powerful ministers pressed him at every turn in court, poison plots abounded in the harem, and enemies circled like wolves and tigers at the borders. Some wanted to make him a puppet, some wanted him dead, and someone had planted the deepest piece on the board right by his side: the "Shadow."

No golden finger. No System to warn him. The only things he could rely on were his memories of history and the woman who had walked out of a nunnery.

She helped him eliminate corrupt ministers, rode into battle in armor, and wrapped the prayer beads from before the Buddha around a bloodstained sword hilt for him. He went from a helpless puppet emperor to the supreme ruler of the realm. And she would step over his dragon throne on her way to the phoenix throne that was hers.

They were each other's sharpest blades, and each other's only weakness.

"They all think she's a femme fatale. But I know the truth: she's my only chance to survive."