The Young Lord Is Always Flirting with Me

Shen Zhiwei was jilted for the third time, becoming the laughingstock of the capital.

She simply moved to a Buddhist temple outside the city, spending her days eating roast chicken and lazing about.

Then one day, she touched a piece of cool, expensive fabric.

She looked up to see a handsome young man smiling faintly. “Miss, you’ve got oil on this brocade. I’m afraid it won’t come out.”

Only later did she learn that he was Xie Heng, the heir from her family’s political rivals.

To protect her family, she pretended to put on an act with him.

He held an umbrella for her in the rain; she ground ink for him in his study. They played their parts so convincingly that the whole city knew.

When assassins struck at a palace banquet, Xie Heng shielded her with his own body.

The imperial physician shook his head. “The heir was poisoned long ago. It will be difficult.”

Shen Zhiwei held a hairpin to the physician’s throat. “If you can’t save him, I’ll slaughter the entire Imperial Medical Bureau today.”

The unconscious Xie Heng suddenly grabbed her sleeve. “Don’t be afraid... This time, it isn’t an act...”