Miao Weiwei, the powerful eldest princess of Northern Liang, is afflicted with a love-cultivating parasite and forcibly takes the blindfolded hostage prince of Southern Chu to serve as the antidote’s catalyst.
The officials at court all say the eldest princess is shamelessly debauched.
Miao Weiwei scoffs and steps onto the Golden Throne Hall over the hostage’s back. “He belongs to me. Even if he’s blind, none of you have any right to comment.”
She thinks he is merely a stoic stand-in, a wolf cub with its fangs pulled.
Until, three years later, an army reaches the city walls.
The hostage prince, who was said to have died in a mass grave, tears off his blindfold. His dark eyes are cold as winter stars as he leads a hundred thousand cavalry in the assault on her capital.
With the coldest edge of his sword, he lifts the hem of her scarlet skirt. “Your Highness, did my medicine work?”
