The White Lotus Does Not Worship Its Master, but It Will Become a Rotten Branch.

In the cold and ruthless palace, she knelt for a hundred years, only to lose her soul. Reborn in this life, sixteen-year-old Hua Qiangu looked at the white clothes on the high seat and calmly looked away. If you don't accept it for a long time, you won't be able to enter the immortal gate. She turned around and walked towards the person deep in her memory who had given everything for her - the scholar in blue shirt who always waved the folding fan and called her "Little Bones", the mysterious and mysterious master of the Immortal Pavilion, Dongfang Yuqing, who made a living by dealing in secrets. "This time, I choose you." She thought this was the beginning of escaping from her fate, but she didn't know that what she was stepping into was another gentle and paranoid net that had already been opened for her. He paved the way for her, gave her wings, and protected her under his wings, not allowing anyone to get involved. His eyes were deep and unpredictable, and his smile was as gentle as before, but in those deep pool-like eyes, there was clearly a stronger obsession than in his previous life—— "Little Bones, in this life, your joys and sorrows, your path, all your choices... Are only related to me." But when Shushan was in danger, the chain to the sky was stolen, and undercurrents surged in the six realms, she stood at the crossroads of destiny with the last entrustment of a frail old man in her arms—— Should she believe him? That person who is gentle to the core, yet paranoid. The soothing jade bead felt slightly hot against her heart, and the ink on the silk book in her arms had long since dried into blood. In this life, can she break free from the prison of fate and hold on to her own light? ——Or, the light itself is another carefully woven dream.