Chaos in the City of Beauty

In the early Tang Dynasty, Chang'an was a city of prosperity and splendor. Beneath the music and song, amid dazzling dances and glittering lights, danger simmered. On a snowy night, she arrived at a door with a zither in her arms. Branded a Fallen Angel, she was known as a musician, but in truth she was a member of a renegade order of assassins. These assassins operated beyond the law in every dynasty, killers kept by the imperial court. Those who took this twisted path had to be swift and fearless, ruthless and cold-hearted. Yet even with blood on her hands, even when her only way to survive was to take other people's lives, she still could not keep those around her safe. Seeking vengeance for her family's murder and answers to the mystery of her origins, she walked a forbidden path and plunged into the raging currents. She calculated every move and laid plans at every turn, yet could not escape the fate of one who wields a sword also being threatened by its blade. A bewitched zither that understands the human heart, two romances as fleeting as the wind, karmic debts on the Three Lives Stone that cannot be settled, and four dead ends with no way out. Are those she meets enemies or friends? Can they be trusted, or will they betray her? Should she let go or hold on? Who can she entrust herself to, and where lies the truth? Only when fate runs out, as the returning sails vanish into the sea and blossoms fall into the pool, does she understand: in that instant, a lifetime is over. A single thought of covetous love gives rise to the Eight Fallen Angels. Through countless eons, thoughts shift and wander; sparks fade like wind-blown lanterns, the waves recede beneath the setting sun, dew glimmers and vanishes like a flash of light, and the cycle turns without end. Time knows no interval, space knows no interval, instruments of sin know no interval, equality knows no interval, life and death know no interval; Days are impermanent, nights are impermanent, love and pleasure are impermanent, karmic retribution is impermanent, and all things are impermanent.