Rumor Has It the Young Master Shuns Women

Her severed head once rolled to his feet, her blood staining his robes crimson. Now reborn, she finds him holding the very hand that once commanded armies, warming her with a tenderness spanning two lifetimes. Between them lies an impossible question: does the splendor of fireworks across the empire compare to a single pear blossom tucked in her hair? Can a throne painted in blood ever rival the vermillion mark she left upon his heart? When she asks if he has ever loved someone so recklessly that right and wrong ceased to matter, his answer will reshape their destiny.