Father said, “To cleave through wind and waves and ride the gale, to wage war on horseback with spear in hand: these are the deeds of the strong, the deeds of conquerors! If you want to avoid being hurt, you must become the strongest, the supreme. Spend your whole life riding the waves and soaring on the wind!” Mother said, “If you don't want to be hurt, your heart must be cold enough, hard enough!” Han Mu, my only brother and Father's only son, drove his sword mercilessly through Father's chest. I was married off to Cang Tianhan, a prince of Cang known for his womanizing. Who knew it would be another cold palace, its walls just as high? I drew my sword and demanded an answer, but from then on... he refused to send me a divorce decree. Cang Qi, a general of Cang, has spent his life on the battlefield, but sharing a bed with her, he can no longer control his feelings. After she gives him hint after hint and he still fails to understand, he finally roars, “You foolish woman! What do you mean, a feeling? A feeling is when I see her face and want to kiss her, when I look at her petite figure and want to, That's what a feeling is! I put it so plainly. Do you understand now?” In the lonely night, he murmurs in anguish. Which of them will make the tender bud bloom at last? For whom will it release its fragrance? One prince of Di hates her to the bone and wants nothing more than to kill her, while another has fallen deeply in love and cannot extricate himself. Family vendettas and national enmity, tangled with love and longing, all unfold in a world of martial heroes. Their love turns the world upside down; their pain cuts to the heart.
