Fifteen fingers severed by his blade – it wasn't just about letting go of love; it was a declaration to someone who would eventually marry another. "Trust me," he might have said, envisioning her as an absolutely perfect wife, capable of turning him into an aristocrat and elevating his status wherever they went.
But the road ahead is far from rosy. This transmigration isn't just about finding love or building a legacy. It's about acquiring the Seven Realms' seals to become one of the top players in this world first – a journey that demands strength, cunning, and an unyielding will fueled by her hope for return.
Will fate smile upon them? Will chanced encounters lead Fu Yao towards glory, warmth, and mutual respect? Or will they be torn apart again in the cold reality of power struggles?
She was willing to dedicate herself entirely: "I can give you my hot-blooded body," she offered, "but if you don't want it..." – a chilling hint that perhaps she must exact something far greater from him.
"Are all my efforts just destined to go astray?" The question lingers. Does true love exist in this transmigrated reality? Or is he destined to be mocked by heaven, even at the peak of his chosen path?
The journey unfolds: three chi of torn silk and one zhang of spilled blood – a trek through power, loss, and ambition spanning ten thousand li. One day, perhaps, Fu Yao will ascend ninety thousand li into the sky, while Luan Phoenix soar with the winds...