She is the proud heir to a distinguished lineage; he is the cold-blooded crown prince of Chen.
A political marriage? Neither of them wants it, so they strike a deal.
But fate seems to have bound the two of them together, tight as can be.
One journey into the world sets off a pursuit spanning thousands of miles.
It also proves that monks aren't vegetarians: monks eat meat, and monks kill. Monks aren't necessarily righteous, and they aren't necessarily good people.
Who is she? Why has she come here? Was her arrival an accident or fate?
As she enters the world, the secrets of this continent gradually come to light. And with her arrival, the name “harbinger of disaster” begins to follow her.
“I love you, so no matter what you become, I will always love you,” he says.
“You wicked creature, you can't escape. In the end, you'll die by my hand.” The monk shakes his bell, beaming with delight.
One dark and windy night:
“Are you really going to do this?” He clutches his clothes tightly, hesitating.
“What do you mean, ‘do this’? If I'm telling you to take it off, hurry up.” Impatiently, she reaches over and tears his outer robe, then... sprinkles medicine powder on his wound.
“Can you see clearly?” he asks with a grin in the dark.
“How can I treat your wound if I can't see?” she replies scornfully.
“Oh.” He pauses. “Then you'll have to take responsibility.”
She...
Beneath the surface of the sea, on the ocean floor:
“Did you come to save me, or to kill me?” She looks at the monk's smooth, bald head and asks curiously.
“Of course I came to hunt down a wicked creature like you.” The monk keeps smiling tenderly.