When Frost Ashes Meet Spring

Overnight, the entire Jiang family was sentenced to execution, and blood ran in rivers.

Jiang Fenghe was one of the few who survived.

She knew she owed her life to the Crown Prince, who had secretly come to her aid from his lofty position.

But she also knew what bloody feud lay behind this debt of gratitude.

To avenge her family, she would stop at nothing. She even deliberately drew close to the cold-hearted Crown Prince, weaving a deadly net out of tenderness and sweet words.

1.

The world knew the Jiang father and son as men of both letters and arms. Now one had been executed, and the other had disappeared without a trace.

Everyone lamented that the Jiang family's daughter was a delicate beauty destined for misfortune, frail and helpless.

But no one knew that the tiger's cub was no coward.

In public, she was a pitiful little orphan, a fatal beauty in everyone's eyes.

In private, she was Fengchi Sect's sharpest blade, the feared ace shadow guard known as Lord Feng Jiu.

2.

At last, her great enemy was vanquished, and her family reunited.

Jiang Fenghe shed her guise of fragility, believing that she and the noble, aloof Crown Prince had merely used each other to get what they wanted.

But she never expected that the Crown Prince, who had always been so composed and self-controlled, had already fallen for her.

3.

He had thought that now they had finally been honest with each other, there might at least be a chance for them.

But she had slipped away without even meeting him.

Zhou Jingzhi stood in the empty room, his gaze dark and a cold smile on his lips.

"Fenghe, where do you think you can run?"

He murmured softly, as if speaking to the wind, or perhaps to himself.

When they met again, he still looked cool and dignified, but now a trace of obsessive madness burned in his eyes.

He smiled faintly, his voice gentle yet impossible to refuse. "Fenghe, are you going to run again?"

She lifted her eyes to meet his gaze, her heart in turmoil.

So in this game of wits, she had already lost completely.

4.

Night lay heavy, and moonlight flowed like water.

Jiang Fenghe stood in the courtyard, holding a jade pendant, the token he had once given her.

She had thought it was merely a casual act of pity, never knowing that the words engraved on it were a vow he had written himself.

"In this life, I will be true to no one but you."

She smiled bitterly, gently tracing the tiny words with her fingertips, her heart filled with conflicting emotions.

So he had given her his true heart long ago, while she had been running from it all this time.

In the distance, a familiar figure slowly approached. His voice was low and gentle:

"Fenghe, this time, I won't let you run away."

Theme: Good is rewarded with good, and evil with evil.