She was a beauty, and one glance back could captivate a hundred hearts, leaving the beauties of the imperial harem pale by comparison.
He was an emperor, able to sleep with a beauty in his arms and wake with the power of the realm in his hands.
He was a statesman and general, planning within his tent and winning battles a thousand miles away.
By imperial decree, she was sent to the distant State of Jin in a political marriage. What could a thousand words say against the command of the sovereign?
For the sake of a face that resembled hers, he was willing to offer half his realm as her bride price. When the beauty looked back, could she reach the tenderness hidden in his silent eyes?
In a struggle for power, he chose to push her into another man's arms with his own hands. As time passed, could it soften the scars deep in her heart?
The empire's ambitions are but a joke, no more than a dream of this mortal world. Just a dream, and when you wake, not a trace remains.
A fleeting life is like a calamity. In the blink of an eye, the trials of this world are already dust.
Yan Ran: "This was fate, exactly as it was meant to be. I met you in the prime of my youth, and only wished that we could forget each other and wander the world, visiting every distant shore and witnessing life's vicissitudes. But fate's plans could not withstand human plans. One step wrong, and every step after was wrong. When we meet again, we may be close enough to touch, yet worlds apart..."
Heng Yan: "If something belongs to me, I will take back every last bit of it. Even if I choose to give it up, that choice is mine to make."
Heng Yao: "Let us forget the past and each other. Along the long road to kingship, will you take my hand and stay by my side for a hundred years?"
As it turned out, every missed connection was meant to lead to a more beautiful reunion.
As it turned out, every wait had ultimately been worthwhile.
