Liu Che said that hiding a beauty in a golden house is nothing more than a boy's joke.
He deposed me and imprisoned me in Nagato Palace, saying that we would never see each other again in this life.
I burned down Nagato Palace, faked my death and escaped to open a teahouse in Jiangnan.
Five years later, he visited my tea house on a tour south and stared at the new scars on my fingers in shock: "Jiaojiao, your hands..."
I smiled and poured tea for the clothed man next to me: "Husband, this guest seems to have recognized the wrong person."
