She is the disgraced daughter of a condemned official, fallen from the clouds. He is the cold-faced Prince of Qin, whose power dominates the court. After a wrongful conviction, Lu Qingci falls from a noblewoman into a servant of the prince’s household, clinging to just two convictions: survive, and clear her family’s name.
Everyone thinks she is fragile, but she wields tea like a blade, stirring up trouble on a battlefield without smoke or fire. A cup of Gu Zhu Zi Sun wins her the favor of the powerful; her mastery of whisked tea breaks through one predicament after another. Amid the fragrance of tea, she weaves her web, and with her abacus, she plots every move.
At first, he sees her as nothing more than a useful pawn, calmly watching her struggle and bloom. But he cannot say when it happened: he simply can no longer take his eyes off her. When he overturns the court and plucks the moon with his bare hands for her, he asks only one thing:
“Can I offer you this vast realm as my betrothal gift in exchange for a cup of tea made with your heart?”
