Your Majesty, Make Your Move

When they first met,

she was in the bloom of youth, and he was full of ambition. A single red bean of longing wove them into a deep, tangled bond they could never break.

If falling in love is a mistake, then what is the right choice?

Amid the smoke of war and the struggle for imperial power, even a sheepskin scroll famed throughout the realm could never sing all their songs of sorrow and joy…

Years later, they met again in the depths of Qulan. He swore an oath in blood and drew a prison around them: “The years have passed like bamboo shoots, and my dark hair has turned white with frost. Do you know that through all these years of rise and fall, it has always been for you?”

The tenderness in his eyes outshone the spring river by far. Holding tight to that familiar hand, she smiled sweetly. “If you become a traitor, then I will become a rebel. From now on, through green mountains and flowing rivers, I will stay by your side until we lie together as bones.”