[1vN] [Multiple Male Leads] [Historical] [Political Intrigue]
The Shen family’s daughter, Jinghong, was once a noble-born general’s daughter who defended her homeland on countless battlefields. Then, overnight, her father was falsely accused, and her entire family was slaughtered.
She sheathed her sharp edges and hid the flames in her eyes, keeping her head down in the dust for three years. She had no extraordinary powers or heaven-defying luck. She clung to life by sheer will, hoping to clear her father’s name, if only in part.
Zhao Yan, the third young master of the Jing’an Marquis household, was a brash young man who burst into her lifeless world like a blaze. He could see the wounds hidden beneath her docile facade, and approached her with a heart burning with sincerity.
The Seventh Prince, Xiao Jue, hid careful scheming beneath his gentle appearance. At their first meeting, she was merely a pawn on his chessboard. But somewhere along the way, he found himself falling for her. He wanted to keep her safe, yet feared that his selfish feelings would ruin his plans.
Su Muzhe, son of the former dynasty’s Grand Tutor, stood in the snow, aloof and cool. He guarded the secrets of the former court and watched her struggle through the mire. He never spoke of it, but at her most perilous moments, he always raised a silent shield around her.
And then there was Yan Hui, who walked the line between black and white, with a glint of steel hidden in his smile. He had once loved money above all else, but when it came to her, he treated it like dirt. He would scatter a fortune just to win her smile.
