[A bewitching young widow + a refined villain + an abstinent powerful official + an all-villain cast + a battlefield of romantic rivals + sweet historical romance + a spatial golden finger + forced love + beautiful but tragic characters]
Su Qingge kneels on the bluestone slabs of a villa, her clothes rumpled and her hair half undone. She holds up a peerless “Resurrection Herb” grown in her space. “I, Su Qingge, offer this medicine as my betrothal gift. I beg you, my lords… spare my life.”
Five men sit high above her, their eyes amused. At first, they treat her as nothing more than a toy to amuse them, and lay down a rule: “None of you may touch her. Once we’re bored of her, we’ll throw her out.”
To stay alive, Su Qingge carefully maneuvers among the five men. She grinds ink for Pei Ji, embroiders for Wei Wushuang, and attends to Xie Ci with fragrant sleeves… Her eyes are like hooks, her figure like a willow, and every “my lord” makes their hearts tremble.
The turning point:
Until the night of the torrential rain, at the villa’s bathing pool.
Su Qingge accidentally wanders in. The borrowed, oversized robe she is wearing is soaked through, clinging tightly to her jade-white skin and outlining a breathtaking figure.
The five men, who had been discussing a major rebellion, instantly darken their gazes.
The next day, the villa’s “non-aggression pact” becomes nothing but wastepaper.
Outsiders say that Su Qingge is tormented by the lords until she is barely recognizable. In truth
The sinister eunuch kneels by the bed to put her shoes on; the aloof Regent peels lychees for her; and the hot-tempered general runs three horses to death outside the city over a single word from her, all to buy the pastries she loves.
