Qianhua was undeniably spoiled. Even after losing her memory and being taken home by Yuan Qing, a hunter in the mountains, she still never lifted a finger around the house. Once her memories returned, she found herself growing a little contemptuous of Yuan Qing, who could only hunt and dote on her. But the more she looked down on him, the more she discovered that the supposedly crude country bumpkin was actually the new emperor’s own younger brother. More importantly, somewhere along the way, she had truly fallen for him.
