The Merfolk’s Search for a Husband

Legend says merfolk weep pearls, weave fine sea-silk, use their oil for lamps, and make medicine from their tail scales. But as the merfolk clan’s holy maiden, she is expected to marry the legitimate son of an old turtle. Isn’t that just marrying a tortoise? In a fit of rage, she goes to the human world, ostensibly to find a husband!

The beloved youngest daughter of the merfolk clan leader was born beneath auspicious signs: lotus flowers bloomed across a hundred miles of the clear pond, nourishing its fish. Seeing that the little girl had slightly curled hair and still looked so innocent and young, they named her Yu Zhi and appointed her the Holy Maiden of Ronggui.

One rebellious runaway leads to the destruction of her entire clan. She wants revenge on the killers, but can do nothing to bring her people back. She hears that the five-colored stone Nuwa used to mend the sky was made from the purest black jade in the human world and could bring the dead back to life. So, over the decades she spends among humans, she finds the man who wears black jade.

At the time, he is a hero in the eyes of the people, a great general stationed at the border. The northern frontier is merciless: in the boundless desert, a lone column of smoke rises straight into the sky, and endless yellow sand stretches like snow. Worse than the harsh landscape are the wicked ambitions of the powerful at the border...

A series of schemes in which they use each other, nameless pawns pretending at affection, and deadly ambushes that leave them with nowhere to turn...

“You ignorant mortal. You slaughtered my entire clan and killed my loved ones. For this blood feud, you will pay with your life!”

The slaughter destroys the happiness within their grasp...

“Neither the imperial court nor the martial world has a place for me.”

“Then where can you take her?” Looking at the man who gazes one last time at the river beneath the setting sun, she sees his tall, broad-backed silhouette blend seamlessly into the dusk.

“To the ends of the earth, or beyond the heavens and beneath the Yellow Springs.”

Can love piece together two hearts scarred and stained with blood?