She was the legitimate third daughter of a general’s household, unflappable and always thinking several steps ahead.
She could devise a brilliant strategy, wield deadly poisons, outmaneuver scheming women, and play the innocent white lotus.
But she never expected to fall in love with him.
He was the Fourth Prince of Changwu, meticulous and unfathomably shrewd.
He was more strategic than Zhuge Liang, a better fighter than Zhao Yun, decisive in all he did, and indifferent to fame and fortune.
But he fell for her.
When the war ended, beneath a pear tree,
he gazed at her expectantly, eyes full of love. “You turned down every marriage proposal back then, so why did you agree to marry me?”
She stayed absorbed in her book of medicinal herbs, not even looking up. “The others didn’t sit right with me. You were just the least bad option.”
It's okay, but the ending is not very good.