Time flows eastward, and the scene seems like a lifetime ago. A thousand turns of the head, yet all that's left is resentment: an unspeakable sword stroke that brewed an eternal hatred. He did not come to follow her, but stole away the beloved consort of the imperial family. By a twist of fate, she wanders the edge of the mortal world, while he roams the martial world, carefree. An assassin for hire is his profession; the Second Prince's consort is her true identity. Yet the beginning of a feud turns Heaven and Earth upside down. She is no longer an imperial consort, but follows him as they roam the ends of the earth. What can fate do? Transmigration, reincarnation, and the continuation of a love that cannot be severed…
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Black has an ancient feel to it! Okay!