"Her eyes reflected the truth of the overthrow of the dynasty after three hundred years of reincarnation."
Cui Lingyi, the subjugated princess of Nanyu, awakened her yin and yang eyes in a black ice coffin - her left eye saw the injustices of this world, and her right eye peered into the world's obsessions. Forced to coexist with a miko who died in vain three hundred years ago, she became a walking "humanoid history book", but when she touched the tampered prophecy inscription, her right hand began to become irreversibly petrified.
Pei Zhi, the prince of an enemy country, is a cold-blooded supervisor and executioner during the day, and a gentle lamp-holder at night. The cinnabar mole between his eyebrows seals the souls of the twin brothers, and also hides the key to deciphering the tidal calendar. When the two met to investigate the counterfeit silver case of the "Netherworld Bank", the astrological codes in the salt tax account books actually pointed to the shocking conspiracy of the national master Baili Xuanming to use 300,000 dead souls to restart time and space.
"Are you going to correct the wrongs of history, or save a dynasty that is doomed to decay?"
Three days in the mirror world, three moments in the present world. Cui Lingyi pawned her white hair in exchange for a note from the dead at the Night Market of the Dead, only to find that Pei Zhi's two personalities were devouring each other. Pei Zhi held the black iron sword that could cut off time and space, but he blocked her from the backlash of words and spirits that reversed cause and effect. When a shipwreck on the Maritime Silk Road revealed the secret recipe for Buddha bone incense, and when hundreds of portraits with the same appearance as his own appeared in the secret room of Qintian Prison, the cruelest truth came roaring out——
On a night when the blood moon is in the sky, the twenty-eight constellations shift.
She used her petrified right hand as the key to activate the space-time wormhole, and he separated his dual personalities to build a star-rail prison. The gears of dynasty change were cracking inside and outside the mirror at the same time, and the imperial master who elegantly wiped the silver mask slowly revealed his double pupils that were exactly the same as Cui Lingyi...
"What we are tampering with is not destiny, but the human heart."
Purpose: Under the great wheel of historical reincarnation, how can individuals escape from the destiny of being written? When salvation means betrayal and forgetting means rebirth, do we still have the courage to ignite a spark in the ashes of time and space?