Ninety years ago, a great fire brought a dynasty to ruin. Yuzhou, once a land where all its people lived in peace, was wiped from the map by war. To this day, no one has found any trace of the city.
Ninety years later, the Great Yan Kingdom rules the realm, and all the splendor of the mortal world lies in the hands of its king.
For ten years, Mu Qingluo has dreamed of one distant silhouette. When she wakes one day, she finds herself trapped inside a coffin, unable to move.
"Su Wu, who are you, really? The Kingdom of Yan is so vast, so why is there nowhere in it for you to call home?"
Old causes and consequences.
The future and the past meet again.
Yan Linyi stands barefoot atop a pile of corpses and speaks in a quiet, hollow voice: "Wooden Head, love will only land you in prison, with no chance of a good end."
Su Yurou points her sword at him, grief and resolve in her voice: "Su Wu, you and Great Yan cannot both exist under the same sky."
