Dream of the Qinyuan Palace

The records once said that he had defied an imperial edict left by the previous ruler for her, and dismissed the three thousand beauties of his harem.

He had once used a secret fragrant medicine, drawing on the blood from his own heart as a catalyst to save her life.

Other records said that her song, "High Mountains and Flowing Water," had made her famous throughout the capital, earning her the title of the capital's foremost talented woman.

After entering the palace, however, she became a palace maid in the Cold Palace. The sound of her flute brought her a kindred spirit, but she mistook him for Boya and fell under the spell of another man's gaze.

She shed blood in the Fenglin Hall for him, all to place the realm in his hands and wipe away the darkness in his eyes.

She transmigrated to ancient times, yet had no idea how to return.

In this unfamiliar dynasty, tenderness was hard to find. Who was whose pawn, and who had fallen under that deep, dark gaze? Their feelings were impossible to unravel.

A flute's melody and a tangled romance brought about an inextricable love spanning a thousand years.

Was it a fated love, or merely a palace dream?

Plucking a branch of crabapple blossoms beneath drifting clouds and falling leaves, would they join hands to rule the realm and watch the clouds gather and scatter, or would it all end as nothing more than a palace dream?

(This book is complete.)