Palace of Falling Frost

As the tomb chamber door creaked open, Shuang'er woke with a pounding head. Many palace maids who had suffered the same fate lay around her. The late emperor had died, and they had been buried alive as his sacrificial attendants. After Shuang'er ventured into the world, the Frostglory Sword reappeared in the martial world. Yet less than two days later, she was ambushed and sent into the palace to serve as a burial attendant for the late emperor. What a miserable turn of events. Was her murky past connected to the ambush? What role had her master played in all this? Even if she wanted no part in certain matters, once she stepped into the world, she was caught up in its conflicts. With no other choice, she returned to the palace, gathering tiny clues from the bottom up, only to step into a carefully laid trap. A lavish, beguiling palace rife with intrigue; a martial world where tensions simmer beneath the surface; feelings that stir in secret, yet bring only helplessness... The truth rises and falls, and a mission awaits. When she finally looks back, beneath the bright moon and frosty splendor, love and hate stretch on, while the past has swiftly faded into memory...