Xiao Lingyi, the most noble Princess of Changle in the capital, wields power and is unparalleled. A ridiculous farce of choosing a husband. She was tired of the hypocrisy and desire of men in the world, but under the ginkgo tree in an ancient temple, she caught a glimpse of the thrilling lips of a sweeping monk.
His name was Xia Fusheng, he was dressed in monk's robes, his eyes were pure, and he was chanting "Form is emptiness." But she wanted to tear this "empty space" to pieces and drag him into the world of mortals.
She rescued him from the dirty temple and broke up the conspiracy for him; she kept him in the princess's mansion, listening to him chanting sutras every day and having trouble sleeping every night. The emperor sent a beautiful boy to humiliate and test him. She accepted it with a smile, but asked him to talk about "emptiness". The court was turbulent, and she was cautious at every step. He became the most unexpected piece on her chessboard, and the hottest calamity in her heart.
He said: "The princess is like the clouds in the sky, and the poor monk is like the clay on the ground."
She smiled: "Then I will let this cloud fall into the mud and take root."
On the night of the palace change, blood filled the air. He blocked the poisonous blade with his body and fell into her arms. She finally understood——
In this world of mortals, there is only one thread of Buddhism. She doesn't want him to become a Buddha, as long as he has a mortal heart for her.
Robbery, Fozi's fall, Machiavellian sadomasochism
