The imperial capital of Yunmengze is a prosperous place in the prosperous times and a place where power and intrigue are fought.
The streets of the West Market that year were packed with people and fireworks. Yan Qingci rode past and caught a glimpse of a figure huddled on the ground amidst the commotion. The man was covered in dust and his knees were injured, but he said nothing and only lowered his head, as if he wanted to blend in with the vast world.
Yan Qingci never thought that this meeting of eyes would tightly intertwine the fate of the two people.
He took him back to his home, healed his wounds, and gave him a place to stay. He called him Ayu, thinking he was just a homeless young man. Little did he know that that person's true identity was enough to shake the entire Yun Mengze court.
One is the eldest son of the Imperial Prefect, who is born unruly and disobedient to control; the other is the second highness of the current Holy Emperor, who lives incognito and plays in the world. Their encounter seemed accidental, but in fact it was predetermined.
However, there has never been more than romance in this imperial capital.
Above the court, undercurrents surge; among the powerful, there are entanglements of grudges. The forces of the royal family, clans, and aristocratic families are intertwined, and their influence can affect the whole body. Some people are plotting in secret, some are playing games in the open, and some are carrying a blood feud and returning as Shura.
When the truth is revealed layer by layer, when the identity is exposed bit by bit, where will the friendship that started on the streets of West City go?
It's frosty in the palace, and people's hearts are unpredictable.
Intention: The frost on the temple will eventually turn into spring water in the palm of your hand.