The Grass Grows Lush on the Plain
“I taught you for eight years, and you used it to escape?”
Yingren Jiaojiao, Prince Jing Xiao Yi's sharpest blade and the unspoken moonlight in his life.
She leapt from a cliff right before his eyes, leaving no body behind.
He searched for her like a madman, never knowing
that the mild-mannered widow living under his very nose, posing as a poor wife with a slave she'd bought,
was the very “dead” white moonlight he had scoured the land to find.
She washed his clothes and cooked his meals with her own hands. In silence, he guarded the courtyard gate for her.
Until the secret agents of the prince's estate closed in with their blades, until he came himself in the dead of night and glimpsed her through the window…
“Jiaojiao, you used everything I taught you to deceive me…”
“How can I teach myself to let you go?”
#She faked her death to win freedom; he wagered his kingdom#
#The rose I raised with my own hands: why should it bloom for someone else#
