Night has yet to end, and the courtyard torches still glow. The noble gentleman arrives, his phoenix bells ringing in unison.
The first book of "White Hair Floating on Red Palms: The Noble Gentleman."
Some people are destined to meet, no matter what.
Like an innocent child, Feng Tingliao took just one glance to engrave Yan Wusheng deep in his mind.
But the joy of that meeting could never compare to the young man's deep affection for the one in white.
A delicate, beautiful emperor who is the beloved one & a cunning, sinister prince who is the pursuer
Yan Wusheng had a grand dream ever since he was little: to enter the imperial harem, become a favored consort, and serve the emperor!
But when Feng Tingliao really fell into his hands, he no longer wanted to become a favored consort. He wanted to stay by this man's side for the rest of his life.
Amid all his scheming, Feng Tingliao's legs were broken, his face disfigured, and his right hand left useless. Driven into a dead end at last, he leapt from a cliff.
"You don't love me, do you?"
"I don't."
With his heart full of sorrow, Yan Wusheng could only swallow it down. Compared to him, his own life meant nothing.
To Feng Tingliao, trading his imperial throne for peace throughout the realm and a valiant prince seemed like a fair bargain.
