On a rainy night, a bolt of lightning opened a rift in time and space. Feng Qingyao, the eldest princess of the former dynasty, fell from the Golden Palace into the modern city and smashed into Lu Siheng's limited edition sports car.
The man in a suit looked at the beauty in ancient costume falling from the sky, thinking it was some new type of porcelain. Feng Qingyao pulled out the golden hairpin and held it against his throat: "Bold and crazy, I am the eldest princess of the dynasty, and you still won't kneel down!"
Lu Siheng smiled. This woman was more interesting than any opponent he had ever encountered.
He took her home, intending to keep her as a curiosity. But he didn't expect this woman to see through all the intrigues in his company, help him regain the stolen projects, save his critically ill grandfather with a prescription, and make even the old foxes who had been in the business world for decades submit to him.
Everyone thought she was the canary kept by Lu Siheng.
Until she went to the museum and pointed out that all the treasures in the museum were fakes; until a piece of calligraphy she casually wrote was auctioned for a sky-high price; until the old gentleman who had retired for many years saw her and knelt down to bow three times and nine times - the whole cultural circle exploded.
Lu Siheng finally realized that what he had picked up was not a time-traveling lunatic, but a treasure.
