Jiang Yu, the young prince of Northern Qi, was on his way back to the capital when he rescued an ethereal beauty from a pack of wolves.
On a rainy night in the martial world, the man stood beneath the eaves in robes as white as frost and snow. He was like a jade tree on a celestial terrace, elegant and austere, so delicate he seemed unable to withstand the wind and rain.
Jiang Yu fell for him at first sight and escorted him to Huajing with all his heart.
Little did he know that the little white flower he protected was actually a bewitching demon flower.
Huajing was a city of indulgence and excess. Beneath the swaying red candles, Wei Yun moved among the most powerful men in Northern Qi, turning clouds with one hand and rain with the other.
Yet a dark, brooding gaze always lingered behind him.
Amid the wine and candlelight, Wei Yun raised his elegant brows and glanced back, seemingly without a care, a smile hidden deep in his eyes. Jiang Yu was still too green to join his pond of admirers.
So Jiang Yu worked hard to improve himself, winning the top spot in Yunying Hall and becoming the youngest Mighty Martial General in Northern Qi. He led an army of a hundred thousand on a southern campaign against the Yong Dynasty.
On the eve of his departure, Wei Yun invited him for a rare drink.
Drunk and lost in desire, they spent one night together. When Jiang Yu awoke, the army's departure time had already passed.
The emperor was furious, and Jiang Yu was exiled to guard the frontier in a desolate, frigid wasteland.
On the day Jiang Yu left the capital, Wei Yun sat in the highest private room of the Evening Snow Tower, calmly sipping tea.
As the Prince of Chen of the Great Yong Dynasty, his lifelong wish was to reclaim the lost lands and restore the capital to the Central Plains. To that end, he had concealed his identity and infiltrated the enemy capital.
One of the things he was proudest of was personally snuffing out Northern Qi's rising star of military talent.
Three years later, thanks to Wei Yun's careful plotting, Northern Qi's government was corrupt and the people were restless.
With his grand plan nearly complete, Wei Yun sat drinking alone in his tent on a snowy night, waiting for news from the front.
In the dead of night, the tent flap suddenly flew open, and a fierce gust of wind and snow rushed inside.
Wei Yun whipped around. A handsome face, carved by the harsh winds and icy blades of the northern frontier, stared back at him, proud and cold.
Returned from the desolate frontier, where he had faced death countless times.
Jiang Yu slowly leaned in, his gaze scorching but his movements cold. He lifted the chin of the man he had longed for with a horsewhip, his low voice brushing Wei Yun's ear.
"Your Highness, Prince of Chen, were you waiting for me?"
* A loyal, puppy-like young man in the early stages who later becomes a domineering general taking control of the situation as the gong x a heartless, beautiful, powerful, tragic, masterful shou
* Jiang Yu is the gong, Wei Yun is the shou. Two powerful men tease and seduce each other, loving and fighting at once.
* The shou has a crowd of admirers.
Theme: Only a great hero can be true to himself; a true gentleman is naturally free and graceful
