Wishing to Paint the Crescent Moon in the Sky

"Sir, I've been wronged... Sir..." In the dim, damp prison, cries of anguish rang out, piercing to the heart and shattering the silence...

A flickering shaft of light fell across a cold face. She looked down impassively at the woman curled up on the damp floor.

"Sister, just stay here in this prison... Lord Mu can't hear you calling... I'm the only one who can."...

Madness had left her in a wretched state. As she turned away with a sinister smile, she met a pair of furious eyes. "You're not the only one... I heard her too..."

On their wedding night, Xinyue gazed at him with a smile. "Nansheng, how deeply and for how long will you love me in this life?"

Nansheng smiled at Xinyue. "Xinyue, if the sky were a painted scroll, I'd paint upon it the bright moon in my heart, shining deep and eternal..."

Yet in the blink of an eye, his wandering gaze was lured away by the bewitching Mei An.

A dark, intoxicating fragrance drifted through the air. Eyes watched from the shadows, always spying. A figure appeared and vanished, shrouded in mystery... One heart-stopping clash after another, in a battle between purity and malice.