Zhao Qing became a member of the Great Xia imperial family, born into high rank. But, to his dismay, he was trapped in a body barely clinging to life. Surrounded by beautiful women, he could scarcely understand his own heart. He didn't dare hope for love, yet envied those who had it.
There are no dramatic twists or conspiracies, just surprises in the ordinary and astonishment in what should be expected. To live, one must have a goal. With such a privileged, carefree identity, should he assimilate into this era, or let this era assimilate him?
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