She was Princess Zhaohua of the State of Chuyao, blessed with breathtaking beauty and a sharp, clever mind. The ninth princess was her father’s favorite, and she had wanted for nothing her whole life. But her happy days came to an abrupt end when she fell ill and died at sixteen.
“I really am Princess Zhaohua of the State of Chuyao,” Chu Yu told Pei Yan earnestly.
“Okay.”
Then he turned around and took her straight to the police station...
She had somehow arrived in the future. People here dressed in skimpy clothes, and their words and behavior were... But what had brought me here in the first place?
And who was the masked gentleman?
As the truth gradually came to light, she discovered that they had met more than two thousand years ago.
“Long time no see, Princess Zhaohua,” Pei Yan said with a laugh, his voice cool and deep.
