The Prosperous Heir's Consort

Beneath the red walls and yellow-tiled roofs, she is entangled with him, carrying the hatred of a fallen nation and the pain of a love turned to ashes...

He is the cruel, bloodthirsty tyrant of the Western Cang Kingdom, yet a brilliant ruler who raised Western Cang to become the continent's strongest nation.

At a palace banquet, he conquered a stretch of desert with his own hands just to make a beauty smile, so he could take her to see the endless golden sands. Yet he kept her imprisoned.

She only smiled, unwilling to argue. Who had once promised her a life of splendor and three lifetimes without worry in the bamboo grove of the prince's estate?

She understood. He had climbed to the throne by trampling on the blood of her family and her country. Now he held a beauty in his arms as he watched her branded a rebel of the barbarians, kneeling before him and waiting for her to beg for mercy...

He said, "Linglong, you have never pleaded with me for yourself."

She smiled. "Your Majesty, I beg you to turn back time, to when I had not yet fallen in love with you!"

Endless snow, a forest of red plum blossoms stretching ten miles, swords drawn against each other... Will the red plum blossoms stain the snow-white world, or will my blood cleanse your heart and soul?