History is like an illustrated book, filled with blossoming flowers and drenched in blood. To us, it is the embellished political scheming of emperors and the rise and fall of dynasties. But to them, it was a way of life, one that flowed in their veins.
Why does the vacant throne await the Supreme One, while the world below sings its eternal lament in vain?
In these troubled times, the "Vacant Supreme Throne" in the royal city has become a sacred place that everyone under heaven longs to reach. When civilization turns to ignorance and sincerity turns to deceit, what kind of lament will Xiangxi, Beiliang, Xuannie, Gouchen, and Tengyi compose amid this chaotic age?
An innocent princess of a fallen dynasty can divine the fates of all under heaven, yet can never calculate her own. She defies heaven to change her fate, but in the end will be buried in the wilderness of history, becoming a poem, a painting.
A seasoned heir to a marquisate wins the world with one lie, then loses it with another. When the struggle for power becomes a choice of love, how will he decide?
A refined young noble, gentle as jade, stakes everything amid the clamor and becomes the fearsome "King of the Northern Frontier." In this absurd, cold world, how will he find a place for his heart to rest?
An innocent, carefree young girl lives in the mountains, far from the noisy world. Her once-bright eyes, blazing with warmth that could comfort others, now hold only endless desolation and bewilderment.
A consort of peerless beauty sings of loneliness and dances with solitude in the secluded palace. Behind her power to turn clouds with one hand and rain with the other, what heartbreak and bloodied tears lie hidden?
True history is the history of every person.
I like the plot, well written.