Lin Weilan, a psychiatrist, was killed by a patient’s madness. When she awoke, she had become a medical maid in the Prince of Jing’s household, with a life as precarious as a duckweed. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw a world woven from emotions: joy glowed with warm light, anger blazed scarlet, greed shimmered violet, and murderous intent burned crimson.
Xiao Jue, Prince of Jing, held power over the court and possessed such great achievements that he threatened the throne. The thickest darkness churned around him, oppression and violence distilled from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Everyone feared him like a demon, but in his eyes, on the verge of losing control, she glimpsed old wounds buried deep within his heart.
So she wielded emotion as a blade and compassion as medicine, soothing his inner demons and breaking his deadly impasse. Amid palace intrigue, she made her moves, bringing a flower into bloom with every step.
Only when the eyes that had once reflected a blood-soaked empire held nothing but her image did he understand: amid this vast web of power and schemes of the human heart, she alone was his one obsession, and his way home.
