Before transmigrating, Lin Chaoge was a copywriting assistant earning five thousand yuan a month. Her supervisor yelled at her every day, she failed both the civil service and graduate school entrance exams, and her boyfriend inexplicably broke up with her.
After transmigrating, she becomes the most insignificant palace maid in the Southern Tang court. Yet, by accident, she finds her way into the heart of the man whose poems she has studied for more than a decade.
Li Yu, the man she thought existed only in her textbooks, is sitting right in front of her, picking up his brush, writing poetry, and sighing. She thinks she understands him. She doesn’t know that understanding someone can sometimes be the gentlest of traps.
Later, she flounces off in a huff and runs away from home, only to meet the military commander Zhao Kuangyin: a blunt man with calloused hands, who spends three nights helping her review memorials without saying a word.
She thinks it is all just a delicate balancing act. By the time she finally figures out what she wants, fate has already begun taking it away, piece by piece.
This is a cup of unsweetened milk tea. Not very sweet, a little bitter, and it leaves a powerful aftertaste.
