That year, Yu Shuye was sold by her own father to the Xunfang Pavilion and forced into prostitution. Xiao Qi, meanwhile, was a dashing prince who sought pleasure wherever he went.
One chance glance was all it took for her to become his woman.
Amid court intrigues and the schemes of human hearts, the two of them eventually passed each other by as the years wore on.
Years later, she had become a moderately well-known painter and was forced to enter the palace disguised as a man. He was still the powerful prince who stood high above everyone else.
Within the palace walls, when the man who had haunted her dreams appeared before her in the flesh, her first instinct was to turn and run. His expression turned strange. He grabbed her shoulder with one hand and pinned her somewhere out of sight, gritting his teeth as if he wanted to tear her apart. “Lu Yushu, we still have a score to settle...”
