Twin Jades

That night, a blood moon hung in the sky, and the Star-Picking Terrace blazed with lights.

Yan Ling stood by the railing and cut off her long hair. Her red robes were as hauntingly beautiful as flowers at the end of their bloom.

“Xiao Fengqing, I would descend to the Yellow Springs and enter hell for you. Did you ever feel even the slightest bit of sincerity toward me?”

Xiao Fengqing stood tall and graceful, his expression indifferent. “Never.”

Yan Ling burst into laughter and leaped into the bottomless abyss.

To her dying day, she wore a wedding dress meant for someone else.

Her soul vanished without a trace, and the vows they once made beneath the mountains were reduced to shattered jade across the ground.

Their twin jade pendants became two broken halves: a final farewell, with no hope of meeting again.

[Bonus scene]

They say the heir to the throne of Western Qin has found an incomparable beauty, a woman whose face is identical to that of the late wife of Great Chu’s crown prince.

When the crown prince of Great Chu hears the news, he leads an army to the border, crossing mountains and traveling day and night, all for one woman to look back at him.

Amid the smoke of war, a woman in splendid robes holds a three-foot sword, her expression cold as frost. “Your Highness schemed for everything and finally got the world you wanted. Why put on this act now?”

The man strides toward her without hesitation. With every step he takes, her sword pierces an inch deeper into his chest. His smile is dazzling and unrestrained. “From the moment you leaped from the Star-Picking Terrace, you became the only world I wanted!”