Three hundred years ago, the youngest maid in Guanghan Palace fled down to the mortal realm, carrying nothing but its shabbiest glazed lantern.
Three hundred years later, she returned to the heavenly court alongside the heir to the throne of the Netherworld. She rekindled the flames of war, rewrote the laws, and brought a whole host of immortals to heel.
As she lay dying, someone said, "Immortal, you have fulfilled your destiny in this life."
And so she had: she had endured tribulations and enjoyed blessings, and her good name had spread throughout heaven and earth.
But if you asked whether she had any last wish...
Well, she did.
It was only that Guanghan Palace lay so far out of the way, and its quiet was hard to bear.
Across the distant Silver River, the person she longed to see would never come again.
