Everyone said Bai Shushu was Li Che’s most beloved younger sister. He had raised her, taught her to play the qin and paint, and given her the very best of everything.
But life is unpredictable. Li Che fell in love with a woman. He studied for the imperial examinations for her, wanted to marry her, and was even willing to turn against the entire Li family.
The woman died on the eve of their engagement, and everyone believed Bai Shushu had killed her.
Two years later, in the capital, Bai Shushu was the city’s foremost beauty, skilled at bewitching people and playing powerful nobles and ministers in the palm of her hand.
She parted her lips and leaned close to Li Che’s ear. “Brother, tell me: should I marry that prince’s heir, or join the Song family, the Grand Secretary’s household?”
Why do I feel like I can't stand it the more I listen? Feeling really screwed up