The roses are blooming. Will a beauty come to pick one?
In palaces of jade, I see countless towers in the southern lands, blurred by mist and rain.
At midnight, in the songs of Wu, I hear someone singing of a love that has drifted away on the wind.
Youth and beauty are silently sacrificed in the forbidden palace gardens.
Power and desire burn fiercely amid tangled love and hate.
The Wang and Xie aristocratic clans, the iron cavalry of the Hu.
Born into troubled times, the north and south stand divided.
In this splendid age of heroes,
who can unite the realm?
The flower of evil quietly blossoms.
The source of love has silently run dry.
Great author, I see that your main character is named Xie Huilian. Although this brother is a super handsome man, he seems to be made of glass. . . . .