On a snowy night, the black sedan chair crushed the Shen family's century-old reputation.
My father was unjustly imprisoned, and the whole family was about to be overthrown. Li Chi, the crown prince of the East Palace, lowered his eyes in the pool of blood among the corpses. The bloody jade fingertips glowed with a demonic light: "As an orphaned princess, the Shen family can survive."
Shen Qingci hid the blood-stained jade piece of account book, kowtowed and agreed to the deal of sacrificing his body, and only asked for a three-year agreement.
—Three years later, life and death are determined by fate, and the two have nothing to do with each other!
