A year ago, a contract made her Mrs. Gu. The reason was absurdly laughable: Yi Wan'er, the white lotus at the center of Gu Yunting's heart, supposedly needed an exceptionally rare medicinal herb as a catalyst. That herb happened to grow near the remote mountains where Leng Qingxuan had grown up. Or perhaps it was simply because her profile bore a slight resemblance to Yi Wan'er’s frail look when she was ill.
