Three ill-fated matches, one mortal tribulation, and a few threads of true affection.
A clerical error at the Old Man of the Moon's Hall sent me down to the mortal realm with a broken red thread to set three mismatched couples right: a cool and distant prince with a sweet palace maid, a scholar with the gentle daughter of a chancellor, and, for the final match, a good match for the mild-mannered and self-controlled Gu Xingzhi.
I meant to return to my post as soon as I had tied the red threads, but I never expected to get caught up in the petty turmoil of the imperial palace. After meeting Gu Xingzhi again and again, ripples began to stir in my heart.
The red thread circled around other people's fingertips, yet my gaze kept following Gu Xingzhi's figure. It turned out that in the tangled threads of mortal life, the wrong match was never anyone else's. It was my own heart, a matchmaker's heart that should have felt nothing.
