"Miss An Nuan, are you willing to be used by me?"
"What's in it for me?"
"May you have a branch to live on and no fear of wind and rain."
Young Master Qingyue, Chu Linglan, is as bright as the stars rising in the dark night, as pure as the Buddha lotus rising out of the mud; as smiling as the willow leaves in the spring breeze, as solemn as the mountains and rivers sealed by ice and snow. With haircut like a knife and eyebrows like an ink painting, he is a handsome young man with peerless elegance.
He is scheming, but she is lazy; he is in love, but she is evasive.
Who is in whose cage, and who is whose destination?