Shao Yang transmigrated into the body of the Third Prince of Northern Chu, but memories from his previous life had overwhelmed his mind, leaving him foolish for years. The children of the powerful in the palace gardens shoved him around and made a joke of him. When Ying Jiu'er pushed through the crowd, grabbed his wrist, and led him to a quiet lakeshore, his muddled gaze instantly cleared. When Jiu'er lowered her head and said that her father wouldn't let her get close to princes, Shao Yang suddenly traced a character in her palm. The strokes were far too precise for a fool to write.
