A chance encounter catches her in the act of adultery, sending her soul to another world.
On the very day she transmigrates, she is burned by raging flames, losing her voice and her beauty.
As she flees, she meets a nobleman in distress, and they grow to understand and cherish each other, never leaving one another's side.
But three months later, when they meet again, they are strangers.
He is the North Qin prince, a womanizer who thirsts for blood. She is a disgraced minister's daughter, cast into the cold palace and despised by all.
He is her princely husband; she is his thousandth concubine, awaiting punishment.
He hates her, hurts her, and abandons her.
She loves him, helps him, and protects him.
When the truth finally comes to light, he realizes his mistake. Though his empire is secure, he is all alone. She is gone, far beyond the horizon. He rides alone for thousands of miles in search of her, but she would rather spend the rest of her life beside the Buddha, accompanied by an oil lamp.
In the end, can the one whose heart has been utterly broken return to his side?
P.S. Our hero once vowed to “bestow his favors” upon a thousand women, so his tastes are rather strong. The book inevitably includes some descriptions of erotic paintings, so please, ladies, stay calm. (Just kidding, this isn't an erotic novel. I'm a cultured person, and I know when to stop.)
A warm welcome to all the beautiful, wealthy ladies: come help us sweep the emperor and his concubines away!
Good evening
The third sister is here to see me. Good night.