I am the Prime Minister’s daughter. I was supposed to enter the palace as a consort and help my childless elder sister, the Noble Consort, keep the Emperor’s favor. To escape the imperial harem, I promised myself to my childhood sweetheart, the Imperial Tutor’s son. But on the day I came of age, what awaited me was not a grand bridal procession stretching ten miles. It was a heavily pregnant courtesan kneeling outside my home, begging me to let her be with him. My fiancé avoided me, and scandal swept through the city.
I lost my footing and plunged off a cliff, only to land in a sea of crimson flowers.
When I woke, a cold and snow-pure immortal lord was lying beside me. Last night had been a mistake: I had slept with him.
He said he would take responsibility. He brought me back to his sect, taught me to cultivate, and protected me. After being abandoned, I thought I had finally found the right man.
But his master said I was the tribulation destined to befall him. If he did not eliminate me, his soul would be scattered. Watching him repeatedly brave the blood-soaked lightning tribulations for my sake, I chose to leave without saying goodbye.
He didn’t know that when I left, I was already carrying his child.
And he knew even less that the child was his true tribulation.
