Sometimes I wonder if the ancient love model of no intersection before marriage is happier than the current love in some aspects, especially when there is not only no intersection but also deep misunderstanding... So I came up with this idea
The young master and the embroidered lady should have nothing to do with each other, but the world is too small and fate plays tricks on people. They both lost the white moonlight in their hearts by accident, and the story unfolds from then on.