A Thousand Mountains Cannot Erase the Heartless Lover

“Nanshan Wuyu pays his respects to His Majesty and Her Majesty the Empress.” The ink-robed young lord had a bright red cinnabar mark between his brows. His smile was captivating, but his dark jade-like eyes held not a trace of warmth. Imprisoned in the palace for three years under the empty title of empress, she suddenly saw a face exactly like that of someone from her past. The teacup shattered in her hand, and tears fell onto her red sleeves. “Wuyu, you have no heart or feelings. You cast me aside as if I were worthless.” Even though Young Lord Wuyu had no heart or feelings, Luoxue followed him without regret. No matter how beautiful a woman might be, Wuyu never pitied those whose beauty faded and whose lives were cut short. He never let Luoxue take another step after him, yet time and again he came to her rescue, letting her make a racket at his side. After he had said every cruel thing he could, she finally agreed to him and left. But with the enemy at the gates and snow falling in June, what was he doing it all for? “Still, after we part this time, perhaps we’ll meet again only in another life,” he said softly, smiling as he always did. “All right...” Nanshan Town, at the foot of Mount Nanshan, was as bustling as ever. The martial world would never again see the red-clad demon immortal who had once dazzled the realm, nor the ethereal Young Lord Wuyu. One night, beneath a full moon and in the cold wind, he picked her up and smiled. “Wuyu has changed his mind.” “That day, he took you away from here. Do you think he’ll come this time?” How could that silly girl guess? How could he possibly come...