Late at night in the cold palace. Shen Li came back through the window with a chicken drumstick wrapped in oil paper in her arms - she had just stolen it from the imperial kitchen.
She landed, turned around, and ran into a wall of people. Looking up - Xiao Yan stood in front of her, looking at her condescendingly. The moonlight came from behind him, and his face was half-lit and half-dark.
He spoke in a low voice, like sandpaper rubbing against a porcelain surface: "You climbed through the window to steal chicken legs from the imperial kitchen every night, and I counted forty-seven times."
Shen Li froze. The drumstick slipped out of her arms and fell to the ground.
He bent down to pick it up, peeled off the oil paper, and took a bite. Then he raised his eyes and looked at her, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth: "I'll steal two next time. I'm hungry too."
Purpose: An ordinary girl and the deposed prince of the East Palace resist the coldness of power and intrigue with their delicate tenderness.