When she was born, celestial music descended from the heavens, its delicate notes lingering without end.
Her father said that in her previous life, she might have been a heavenly musician who played the qin.
Her grandfather named her Qiu Quanyun,
taking the name from the verse: “The clear notes of autumn springs are stored in the Dragon and Phoenix Pool.”
Her life proved worthy of the name Qiu Quanyun.
From age six to fourteen
Once she met his cool gaze, she could not look away.
Rong Ling: “You only love me for my looks.”
Qiu Quanyun: “How do you know I only love your looks, Young Lord?”
Rong Ling: “Then what else do you love about me?”
Qiu Quanyun: “I love everything about you. I love you as much as you despise me right now.”
At eighteen
He had shed the cool reserve of his youth, and his eyes held nothing but an obsession he could not let go.
Rong Ling clutched her sleeve, his voice hoarse. “Do you still love me?”
Qiu Quanyun lowered her head and said nothing.
Rong Ling gripped his sword in fury.
Qiu Quanyun lifted her chin. “I will only be the principal wife!”
Rong Ling smiled. “What if I make you empress?”
The sunny, scummy heroine Qiu Quanyun * the slow-to-warm hero Rong Ling, who loves once and loves for a lifetime
