After being hunted by the Hongling Sect for half a month, Su Qingqing had nowhere to go, so she had to take away her Yin cultivation aura and hide in the Donggong Mountain and Courtyard of Prince Xiao Heng.
In front of people, she was a docile and peaceful sojourn girl with no roots. In the face of the jealousy and troubles of Meng Liangdi in the harem, she only used her status as the prince to make concessions. Afterwards, she took advantage of the night to climb the eaves and walls, and went to the righteous village outside the city to absorb blood and repair her decayed and damaged cultivation.
The lingering warm fragrance of the empty bed always evoked the unspeakable emptiness in her heart. Only the prince could see the long-lasting obsession that she deliberately concealed. Xiao Heng had already noticed something strange about her, and quietly shielded her from outside observers, silently catching all the overt and covert arrows from the harem.
On one side are the sect's pursuers who are pressing every step of the way. Once the identity of the Yin cultivator is exposed, there will be no place to stay; on the other side is the undercurrent of the East Palace, where the rumors and intrigues never stop. The bonds of the past that have been hidden for a long time, and the warmth that is hard to let go, Su Qingqing is trapped in the two whirlpools of imperial power and spiritual practice. She wants to protect her own life, but is also reluctant to let go of this gentleness that belongs to her.
Intention: Even in a desperate situation, you still stick to your bottom line. Love and two-way protection can transcend the years and break down the barriers of worldliness and spiritual practice.