[The land breeze stirs Yi’s shadow; spring moonlight shines on the returning one.]
Modern-day overworked wage slave Yi Weichun opened her eyes and found herself transmigrated into the body of a cannon-fodder legitimate daughter in ancient times. A royal decree had also betrothed her to the man no one in the capital dared offend: Lu Yi, the masked regent.
Rumor had it he was vicious and cruel, his face badly scarred, a living King of Hell who considered everyone he met an ill omen. The System forced her to win him over and help him ascend the throne. Only by completing the mission could she be brought back to life.
Faced with a task of nightmarish difficulty, Yi Weichun complained every which way and dodged one pitfall after another, hoping only to earn enough points to go home in peace.
But the cold-faced regent was stubborn and wouldn’t yield to gentleness. From their tense standoffs and probing tests to their repeated entanglements of love and hate, the two finally joined forces to uncover a conspiracy buried for years and shape a wise ruler.
On the eve of the enthronement ceremony, Lu Yi suddenly remembered Yi Weichun once holding his face in both hands and saying earnestly, “Lu Changli, don’t you understand? Your fate is in my hands, not Heaven’s!”
He couldn’t help smiling softly as he said to himself, “I understand now.”
