A Song of Splendor

That year, the Emperor of Dayun was old and near death, and his most trusted ministers rebelled.

That year, the eldest princess of the Heng dynasty ascended the throne and became emperor, ushering in a golden age.

That year, Bai Manor remained as peaceful as ever, unconcerned with worldly affairs.

These were all utterly ordinary events.

But that was also the year when, in the silver moonlight on the snowy ground, Feng Chang and Mo Quan each met the person fated to be theirs.

Everyone said he was a decisive, iron-fisted emperor. He killed countless people at the start of his reign, then ultimately forged a century of peace, uniting the realm under his rule.

Everyone knew he was a mighty, imposing general and warrior. From Jiangnan to the northern deserts, from the western ranges to the eastern sea, his iron hooves and flashing blades had left their mark.

But in truth, his story was no more than a glorious volume in the history books, an endless song of splendid years.

And yet it was shorter than a firefly's glow, and longer than loneliness.