Xie Miao was born into a distinguished family and raised in a famous monastery. He has extraordinary calligraphy talent and can memorize the Buddhist canon after reading it once. He could become a calligrapher, a renowned scholar, or a revered monk. At the very least, he could inherit his family's ventures in the martial world. Whichever path he chose, he would dazzle his generation and leave his name in history. Yet, to reclaim his family's calligraphy manuscript and seek justice for his master, he conceals his identity and goes to Chang'an to work as a lowly sutra copyist. He doesn't believe in the saying, "Those who steal a state become its lords." He insists on taking on the nobility, even the emperor himself, and arguing his case.
Li Ke, the third prince, has the most exalted blood of two dynasties flowing through his veins. Free-spirited and easygoing all his life, he vies for the throne only when he feels like it, believing the empire is his for the taking. Yet he schemes with all his heart and risks everything to keep Xie Miao by his side for life. There's only one reason: Empires endure for ages, but a beloved is hard to find again once lost.
How many strokes make up the character for love? Can its depth be measured by the shade of the ink?
All things arise from conditions and are ultimately empty. Can love and hate be as fleeting as lightning?
Past and present are like a dream. Only old joys and new grievances remain.
As I copy the text, I sigh, stubbornly clinging to this one thought for the rest of my life.
Theme: No transmigration, not an alternate world, and not faithful history.
Why is it that no one appreciates such great writing?
Isn't the male lead attacker named Li Ke? Isn't this an attack?
The hall is full of beauties, but suddenly I am alone with others. It perfectly complements Xie Langjun's appearance! I love beauty
The author spreads his hands and writes wonderfully
Aren't those two Axue Azi?