An ancient proverb says that to look at the Emperor's face is to look at the sun. Zing Shui's courtiers know it to be true.
Due to a disease, his brilliant mind is trapped inside a fragile body—but he never lets it stand in the way of conquest.
The Emperor's dream is to rule the world, as if every new province heals one of his feeble bones.
Deep down, he knows that Prisea will crumble if he makes even a single mistake—so every night, when the beautiful dancers and servants leave his throne room, Zing Shui starts thinking.
And in the end, he always has a plan...