He was the king's trusted pillar of state. Every day in court, the spirited monarch on the throne would always let his gaze linger on one man among the civil officials. That man held an ivory tablet and wore a deferential smile. Ah, his young Minister of Revenue, Gu Yazhi: a beautiful official who looked as if he belonged in a painting.
Gu Yazhi had noticed Chu Yang's feelings for him, but he had his own reasons for holding back. So, in the year the great flood struck Jiangnan, he went south in the name of flood control, only to give his life for his country.
The realm fell into chaos
The eldest Gu daughter, Gu Yalan, rallied the remnants of the army in Weizhou, raised troops to drive out the invaders and reclaim the land, and was made a marquis for her military achievements.
Facing Gu Yazhi's twin sister, born of the same mother, Chu Yang's gaze seemed to pass right through the woman before him...
“Your humble servant Gu Yalan, younger twin sister of the late Minister of Revenue Gu Yazhi, wishes Your Majesty ten thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand ten thousand years.”
