The Phoenix Sings Amidst the Brocade

The compound surnames of the Nine Nether Dynasty unleashed a storm of bloodshed. A boy who had once been as pure and lovely as a gardenia sank into the darkness of royal power. The Mingluan Palace was reborn from the flames three times, all just to imprison a peerless beauty driven mad by love?

Was it the throne that caused all these tangled affairs, or did they have to be settled by the throne?

Jin Luan said, “Xiang Qihui, are you truly so heartless? For you, I turned my back on the whole world. Why, in the end, are you still leaving me? All these years, did you never hold me in your heart? Not even the slightest bit?”

Xiang Qihui replied coolly, “If... Never mind. From now on, we’ll never see each other again...”

What was it she left unsaid?

She wanted to say: If you were still the boy you once were, I might have fallen in love with you. But you aren’t. You are the emperor of the Nine Nether Dynasty, not the boy I knew.

Jin Luan smiled, his voice edged with determination. “Never see each other again! Xiang Qihui, you’re not going anywhere. I won’t let you leave!”

Xiang Qihui answered calmly, “If I can’t leave, then I won’t. Have a coffin prepared for me.”

She turned and walked away without looking back, leaving only a lonely man in the wind, his face streaked with tears.