She is the most famous oiran in the city, with unrivaled beauty, peerless dancing, and charming smile. Anyone who spends a lot of money can only buy her to hold candles and talk at night in the middle of the night.
He, the seventh prince of the Song Dynasty, was thinking about the Northern Expedition, but he lost his soul in her graceful dance. One hand was national justice, and the other was the love of his children. What should he do?
He, the fourth prince of the Song Dynasty, had overwhelming power and wealth, and women were nothing more than ornaments and playthings. How could he care about her? But she could anger him without a care and arouse his determination to win. How could he catch her?
He was a commoner with nothing, even a deserter on the battlefield. If she hadn't given him a steamed bun thirteen years ago, how could he have been by her side to this day? To him, she was like a fairy in the sky, just out of reach. What's more, she belonged to the Seventh Prince, so how could he blaspheme her at will?
But she just...
What should he do?