To Savor The Elegance Of The Wind

As beautiful as morning flowers, unmatched in color. Chaoyan is a legendary woman. She possesses both literary and martial talents, as well as virtue. Deeply favored by the emperor and empress, she commands three thousand phoenix guards, looking down upon all beings in the world.

Ning Xian, the Crown Prince, passed away, and on the night of his burial, the sound of the qin continued uninterrupted. The following day, Princess Zhao Yan went missing. Searching high and low, from the azure skies to the yellow springs, everyone searched in vain. She lived in a drunken haze, blending into the crowd. Without talent, without martial prowess, without virtue, she was no longer the esteemed Princess Zhao Yan, but rather the neglected eleventh concubine of the Han family. You may deceive me, slander me, insult me, and curse me, yet I merely smile and let it pass.

One can evade the turmoil of the court, but cannot escape the shifting tides of fate. When the last stronghold is consumed by raging flames, when former lovers stir up colossal waves, and when old friends entrust their lives into one's hands, right and wrong become inescapable. Let us raise a glass and ask the heavens, who truly rules the land?