The little cook at Tianxiang House in the south of the city knelt on the brick floor of the Marquis Mansion, rubbing the red seal of the bond of sale with her fingertips - she wanted to save her brother's life, so she could only trade this thin body for a bowl of rice. Unexpectedly, the sweet soup served on the first day made Prince Leng Mian drop the tea cup. 'Too much sugar. ' His eyes were so cold that he could scratch frost, but he pushed the empty bowl over and said, 'Cook another bowl. ' Su Wan lowered her eyes and stirred the spatula, not daring to say—the osmanthus nectar in this soup was originally a thank-you gift given to the cook who saved him by the boy who fell into the water ten years ago. He never dared to think that these bowls of hot soup would melt the ice in his heart and produce the hottest engagement letter in the capital: 'If the soup is not cold, I will marry you. ' But the rumor that the enemy had left an orphan was on her head, and the knife in the Hou Mansion's poison case was also piercing her heart... Is this bowl of sweet soup honey, or is it a trap? "
