He thought she had helped kidnap his younger sister. He thought she had married as a concubine for wealth and status. On the day she was to be wed, he split open her red bridal sedan chair. Resentment, inner turmoil, protectiveness, helplessness: he felt it all in turn. Her “Yan Shang” dance captivated the world, and she danced her way into his heart. He is the cold-hearted young master of the Jilian clan; she is the despised daughter born to a concubine of the Yan family. He is the enemy who killed her mother; she is the savior of his younger sister. Her body, marred by scars. Her beautiful face, radiant with smiles. Her laughter, bright as silver bells. Her feigned poisoning, playing the fool. Her peerless grace as she danced “Yan Shang.” Her fearless bearing as she fought at his side. Her soft warmth nestled in his arms. Her incomparable beauty, whose every smile melted his thousand-year frost.
