The princess who moved with the wind seemed to have been carried away by it.
When Xiao Jingyan arrived, Su Liwan's white robes were stained bright red.
Seeing her lying on the ground, he froze for a moment. Grief did not strike him right away. Step by step, he ascended to the position he had guarded for years, and slit the emperor's throat as well.
Everyone thought Prince Yan, Xiao Jinheng, was cold and heartless, but she could see right through him.
And Xiao Jinheng knew he was making amends for a regret that had crossed the boundary between life and death.
That bloodstain in the Golden Throne Hall haunted his dreams night after night, tormenting him for years.
He had returned to the day of the wedding procession, before any of the tragedies had come to pass.
He would no longer hold back. With the authority of Prince Yan, he would carve out a safe haven for her.
But could his careful, tender devotion smooth the hidden dangers along the young woman's path?
