Imperial City Ode

Author: Cang Yue
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Publish Date: 2005-05-01
Features: "Entering the door of the noble house is as deep as the sea, from then on, Xiao Lang is a stranger." Since ancient times, the palace has been a magnificent trap. It appears exquisite and beautiful, yet conceals countless hidden dangers. Here, there are only imaginable dangers. Loyalty, passion, cunning, and treachery—everyone has their own pursuit. You never know who is hunting you. In fear, you can only choose to constantly expand your power. Hunting is for the sake of survival. Even if you want to stay away from the hustle and bustle, you cannot escape the vortex of power. As long as you have extraordinary abilities, you are destined to be envied. The high priest of the Baima Sect in the Miao region, betrayed by his disciples, comes to Chang'an to save Mo Xiang, who is trapped. Although Prince Shuyue still yearns for Shaman Hua, who has become the leader of the Baima Sect, for the sake of friendship, he still chooses to go to the imperial capital to save his sworn brother. In the struggle for power and profit, who can distinguish truth from fiction? Beyond the horizon, under the moonlight, only a pair of pure eyes, like those of a newborn baby, wait for the footsteps of their loved one to return.
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Fourteen years have passed. From Kunlun to Dunhuang, from the Western Regions to the Southern Frontier, and then from the imperial capital to here—how many separations and reunions, declines and rises have been swept away like waves in a flood. Transient splendor, brocade turned to ash—only the pure smile, like snow, remains before your eyes, unchanging no matter the success or failure.
When he saw Shaman Hua by the sacred lake, it was sunset. The lake's ripples shimmered like a dream. He was suddenly captivated by the brilliance of light and shadow, too stunned to approach.