King of the Four Seas

>>>>>>> A straightforward, classic tale, with a slightly strong female lead.

They say Maitreya is a Buddha of good fortune. When he descended into the world, people performed countless good deeds, and jewels littered the ground, there for anyone to pick up. But in these times, who among the people of the Mengzhang Kingdom would dare hope for a blissful home free of illness and corruption?

A rumor gradually spread among the common folk:

The late emperor's chief diviner had prophesied on his deathbed, “The Xiang River will work wonders, purple mists will rise, swans will bring good news, and a wise ruler will descend from heaven.”

Only after a lifetime spent at war can you understand the beauty of the setting sun.

Che Jiao rode her horse, letting the sunset stretch her shadow long behind her.

The word “love” twists and winds on without end. Rather than search for it on a cliff for a thousand years, better to share simple meals and an ordinary life.

The word “hate” cuts like a knife, drawing blood. Chasing it to the ends of the earth for an entire lifetime only leaves a bloodthirsty wound in your heart.

The word “passion” contains multitudes. People wander in circles within it, never knowing that everything within reach is an illusion.

The word “revenge” turns your hair white. Across lifetimes, its twists and turns never resolve, leaving you old and your splendid years wasted.