As red wedding ribbons from the Duke of Zhenguo's residence wound around the top scholar's lapel, Shen Lingwei's silver blade was pressed against his half-open bathrobe.
"A woman without talent is virtuous?" She raised an eyebrow and sneered, unaware that the crescent-shaped scar beneath his collarbone was growing warm.
The inkstone of Xiao Che, the newly crowned top scholar, ground not ink but records of the floods in Jiangnan. The quiver at Shen Lingwei's side held not only arrows, but also the stolen tip of a snow fox's tail.
A collision on the polo field shattered their composure; blood in a black-market warehouse stained their pact red. When the Third Prince's poisoned wine was flung at her, he reached out to shield her faster than he could think. The scar on his left hand pulsed in the candlelight, like an unhealed kiss mark.
Half of a phoenix-patterned jade pendant concealed the secret of a palace coup, while the red ribbon in her hair was always winding around his fingers. People said they were Chang'an's most ridiculous bickering pair, unaware that in each other's eyes, they had already found the truest light amid the tangled schemes.
After all, the moment she fell into his arms while climbing over the wall that night, even the moonlight lost its way.
Theme: With ancient-style political intrigue as its bones and chivalry and tenderness as its blood, this story explores how the protagonists break free from the shackles of identity and the prejudices of their era, holding fast to justice and true love amid treacherous conspiracies. It portrays individual awakening and choices in turbulent times.
