In the early years of the Three Kingdoms, when war’s shadow still lingered and ambition whispered through palace halls, a prince was born—not to claim the throne, but to move unseen in the currents of history. Han Zhi, son of the emperor, carried scars too deep to fade and learned that sometimes, light must hide in darkness.

Wang Yuanji, a young lady of sharp wit, could see through the lies of nobles, though such clarity often invited peril.

Fate brought them together on a path of intrigue, betrayal, and battle, where strength lay not in the throne, but in a vow to protect each other.

And perhaps, on some quiet night, someone will ask: what does it mean when blossoms blow upon the stars? Is it merely a folktale… or a sign that their promise still lights the sky?