Brocade Robes in the Winter Chill

A meticulous, by-the-book Imperial Guard.

A free-spirited wanderer of the martial world.

Han Qiancheng looked at the person before him. For some reason, the words "Among graceful young gentlemen, none can surpass Liang Qinghan" suddenly rang in his ears.

At the time, they were admiring the willows along the green banks in the spring breeze of March.

Who could have imagined that, over the long years to come, these two people so utterly different from each other would fall in love and walk the martial world hand in hand?