The Realm Will Not Fail Me

At heart, this is a story of “a fine lady who somehow turned to banditry.”

“In an age of great upheaval, even common folk worry for their country.”

“I do not worry for my country, nor do I love anyone. All I know is hatred.”

A great fire in the twenty-first year of Xianli split her and him onto separate paths of fate.

The fourth young lady of the Su family, who could not become Empress, wanted only to wield power over all under heaven.

Amid the flames of war across the Nine Provinces, she was Su Lan, measuring the world with her own life.

Fiefs were carved up and marquises were made; amid the power struggles at court, a tapestry of iron and blood unfurled above the clouds.

They had once been young and passionately in love, once sincere and carefree.

“All the grace I have received in this life rests on the courage of one person alone. It will happen only once in this lifetime.”

The years and rivers of the realm passed by. Chang’an stood tall, and the warmth of ten thousand homes’ lights softened the spring breeze.