Love and Crown

At court, right and wrong blur indistinguishably as storm clouds gather over the realm. Iron hooves from the north trample up beacon fires and wolf smoke, while the phoenix of Qiwu leaves its nest, never to return. Between survival and destruction lies but a moment—dark clouds obscure the moon, heaven, and earth harbor filth, celestial light dims, and peril lurks within prosperity. He, with his frail body, exhausts his heart’s blood to sweep in an era of peace and cleanse a turbid world. Finally, the clouds part and winds clear as sun and moon shine anew. He is the emperor of the Great Martial State, and she is his empress. She never told anyone—that empires and dynasties, these cherished ...