The Moon Is Cold, And The Fragrance Of Plum Blossoms Fills The Air

Zhu Yuanzhang sought to unify the world. The brand-new Ming Dynasty was born amidst turmoil, yet the state was in decline, particularly as Zuo Chuiyi and Hu Weiyong monopolized power, forming extensive factions. They deliberately overlooked the insights of Liu Bowen, who, with a single memorial, documented their crimes and concealed it within a portrait of Shen Bitiao. In the blink of an eye, Liu Bowen had passed away for over five years, and only then did his memorial become a focal point of global attention, thrust into the spotlight.

As the first snow fell upon Yingtian, the wintersweet flowers bloomed at Yuluo Mountain Villa. The villa's master, Mei Juansheng, invited his friend Gu Qiuhan to enjoy the snow and admire the plum blossoms together. However, under the influence of alcohol, Gu Qiuhan set off on his way home, only to encounter an unexpected turn of events that led to him being wrongfully accused and branded as a murderer sought by the authorities and despised by the world

In the quest for truth, Gu Qiuhan ventured into the world, forming bonds with like-minded friends such as Shisan, Shen Bisha, and Liu Jing. They discovered that behind the injustice suffered by Gu Qiuhan lay a secret capable of causing mountains of bones and rivers of blood across the land. Undeterred by dangers, they vowed to bring to justice the mastermind hiding in the shadows—Hu Weiyong

Assassination, pursuit, and traps followed one after another; after a series of battles of wits and courage, justice finally triumphed over evil, and they sent Hu Weiyong to the execution ground

However, the matter did not end there. After the mysterious identity of the Thirteenth was finally confirmed, Gu Qiuhan paid the price of his life to obtain a pitiful truth. He then realized that Hu Weiyong was merely a tragic and lamentable victim of wrongful death. In the midst of heartbreak and despair

Tears wet the red gauze curtains, rain beats against the wall of ivy. How many times have souls come and gone in dreams, merely passing through the long, languid years. Delicate hands, like those of a dragon slayer, leave traces of snow-like tears in their wake. It is better to lean against the railing, gazing at a crescent moon, and adding a few strands of plum fragrance.