Shen Zhao, a prince of the Great Liang, lost his mother at a young age. As a child, he was poisoned and blinded by the empress, and grew up in the palace like a speck of dust.
That year, his father ordered him to escort his younger sister north to Beishuo for a political marriage.
After forty-nine days on the road through the yellow sands, he thought he was just a pawn to be discarded once his task was done.
But the emperor of Beishuo did not look at the princess even once.
From beginning to end, he had eyes only for the blind escort.
At the post station in the dead of night, a flute's melody guided the way. At the state banquet, he openly asked him to stay.
A physician, guards, new clothes, salve... One thing after another was brought to him, with no questions asked about the cost or the time.
Shen Zhao did not understand.
In Great Liang, no one had ever taught him what it meant to care about someone.
He could not see that man's gaze, could not hear the warmth in his words, and did not even know...
That there was such a thing as drawing close to someone not to use them, but simply to... be close.
