Prisoner's Coffin

A dusty purple and gold hanging coffin was slowly pushed away by a pair of skeletal hands. The crazy old monk, leading two "legends" with crazy bloodlines, inadvertently triggered the beginning of a bloody era. Destiny once used a heavy snowfall as a cage to tightly lock two hearts that were destined to be unable to stay together. When we meet again many years later, the warmth of the past has long been frozen into frost - she is the unparalleled empress who rose from the mud on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood; he is a mad dragon who broke free from the shackles of the Nine Netherworld and was reborn from the ashes. They became each other's destined mortal enemies. The flash of swords and the shadow of swords, the intrigues of power. Every confrontation is a tearing of the soul. "You are an evil dragon that I raised with my own hands..." She felt the snow on her fingertips, but the sword edge could not pierce the old shadow in her heart. "I know every inch of your weaknesses... But how can I really deliver this fatal blow to you?" However, their entanglement until death, their unforgettable pain and struggle, are nothing but catastrophes that have already been settled on the chessboard. The seemingly crazy old monk was sitting outside the chess game, with a sly smile on his face that understood everything - he was the man behind the tragedy. All love, hate, and separation are just the most poignant and desperate part of his grand and cruel plan to imprison heaven.