She was fifteen years old when she came and was living in the Prime Minister's Mansion. She was the younger sister of his close friend in life and death.
He is cold and self-possessed, with all the power in the world. He has only responsibility for her and no other thoughts.
In the past three years, he taught her reading, horseback riding and archery. As they stayed with her day and night, her creative talent was quietly revealed. She painted gardens and ancient buildings, and was obsessed with Chinese style and Western ingenuity.
He silently collected architectural classics for her, gave her precious inkstones, made tea and watched the sunset with her, personally greeted her when she was punished, and secretly worried about her when she was leaving.
She fell in love with him quietly and poured all her thoughts into the garden she built for him.
It wasn't until that year's Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet that she saw him embracing the imperial concubine under the moonlight, and heard the words "Qi Heng, you said you would only have me in your heart."
It turns out that his tenderness was never just for her.
She packed her bags and left without saying goodbye when he went out. She left all the things he had given him in the house, taking only the inkstone with her. After he returned home, he found that she had been picked up by his eldest brother, leaving a polite and alienated note of thanks. He was instantly furious. He was angry that she was the only person who had been teaching him for three years but was not polite to him. He began to miss her like crazy and became obsessed with her, and he forced himself to face his feelings for her again.
When we met again three years later, she was already a cool beauty who built gardens, understood architecture, and chatted happily with foreigners.
All that was left to him was polite and well-mannered alienation.
When a horse fell on the racecourse, he held her in his arms and refused to let go in public; at a drunken night party, he pushed aside the crowd and snatched her back into his arms; during a late-night confrontation, he finally admitted: "I have been thinking about you for the past three years."
She just looked at him and asked calmly: "Who do you have in mind?"
