
贞元 (Zhenyuan) 13th year, Mount Biyun.
Princess Jiyuan of Shenxiao, using the alias Hengbo, descended the mountain with a sword, a bundle, a blood-stained broken saber, a wooden box that hadn't seen daylight for over ten years, and a sword also named Hengbo.
At the same time, a letter inscribed "Yuer descends the mountain, sword points to Yujing" flew on the spring breeze to the silent northwestern frontier.
Half a month later, Jiangnan.
A hand, as clear and white as cold jade, reached out from the railing. Shen Guitang, on his way to the capital for the imperial examination, felt the direction of the wind and lightly curved his lips: "The northwestern wind has begun to stir; it's time for us to set off, lest our old friend waits too long."
Behind the blood-stained broken saber lies years of grievances and grudges buried between two factions of the jianghu. The old wooden box seals away historical secrets beneath the bones of dynastic change. The few words of the letter ignite the raging flames and smoke of war in the harsh borderlands, consuming flesh and blood.
And the encounter between the exiled orphan and the Rakshasa of Zhennan is the most unexpected story in this spring scenery of Jiangnan.
From then on, the bright moon forever falls, Shenxiao ceases to exist, yellow sand rolls over white jade, and a malevolent spirit smiles, plucking a flower: "The show begins, I invite all of you to enjoy it together."
Mini Theater:
Young Master Xiao: He couldn't keep her, just as the picturesque Jiangnan could never keep a Western Mansion crabapple.
Wen Tinglan: Shenxiao and I were childhood sweethearts, innocent and inseparable.
Shen Guitang: Even if she has a fiancé, I accept it.
Interview: How did Miss Ji win the hearts of three excellent gentlemen?
Hengbo: ...I'm just an ordinary, enthusiastic citizen.
On the surface: A sword-wielding genius who honed her skills on the mountain for over ten years × A newly crowned scholar who enters the game and shocks the world.
Essentially: Brainless × Unhappy.
Currently revealed character eulogies:
Ruan Wangshu: Heart as bright as the moon, body swaying like duckweed. Her soul vanished where the saber broke, but quietly.
Ji Jin: Advancing, embracing eternal life; retreating, fulfilling a subject's loyalty. All that remains is a thin coffin and a lonely grave, swallowing countless untold thoughts.
(???): A garden full of fragrance, charming bones, crimson lips painted against a mirror. Last night's frost chilled the heart, yet couldn't shake the broken halberd and silver spear. Tears flow like a river, tears of a pair of mandarin ducks.
The meaning of the story: Bitterness turns to sweetness.