I was a princess of the Tang dynasty, yet somehow I transmigrated to Hongyadong in Chongqing. That domineering CEO, Zhou Yan, was coolly selling my burial jewelry.
I stepped up and pointed out that the colored-glass bottle was a fake. He sneered, “What do you know?”
It wasn't until I told him the base was inscribed with “Bestowed by the Emperor in the Second Year of Yonghui” that his expression changed. Soon afterward, his company was beset by crises, and I resolved them one by one with the knowledge I'd gained in the palace.
At an auction, he announced to everyone, “I only want to keep one person for myself from Princess Gao'an's treasure.”
The lights blazed. He dropped to one knee, a diamond ring sparkling in his hand. “Our thousand-year promise: will you accept?”
