The first time they met, he was a worldly-wise young lord and she was the most famous courtesan in the capital.
The next time they met, he was a meticulous judicial officer at the Dali Temple, and she was a mysterious masked thief who came and went like a shadow.
Plotting step by step to avenge a blood feud, they soon made a name for themselves in the capital. What followed were tangled conflicts between the imperial court and the martial world, with open attacks and hidden schemes impossible to guard against.
A distinguished young man and a courtesan from vastly different worlds test each other with suspicion amid a bloody peach-blossom massacre and a conspiracy for revenge. They weather a sudden, humiliating defeat in a war that shames their country, and pledge their love as their homeland teeters on the brink. Then, amid a coup that overturns loyalty and treachery and leaves the curtain fallen and everyone scattered, they forget each other in the martial world...
Foxlike courtesan, thief who flies through the night: she has never cared about the world's scorn. What she cannot bear is the fate of being born into a past she never chose, and a massacre so bloody and horrific.
It's been five years since I stopped watching. Kneel down. It's too painful for me to push you.