When Chu Qianli was a little princess, she was spoiled, willful, and wicked, and she loved keeping male companions.
Feng Chenmo was one of them. Handsome beyond compare, he was Chu Qianli's favorite, and she subjected him to all sorts of playful tortures.
She had planned to marry him when she grew up.
Then, with a sudden crash, her kingdom fell, her power vanished, and the princess became a prisoner.
Feng Chenmo dragged her into the “flower room” she knew all too well, leaned close, and asked with a sinister smile, “Your Highness, what would you like to play tonight?”
Chu Qianli trembled. “I was young and foolish back then, just having fun. I was wrong. Could you please let me go?”
