Overnight, the entire Lu family, the biggest merchant family in the imperial capital, was poisoned. The Lu family's second daughter, Lu Ning'er, collapsed in the rain at the feet of a pair of official boots. When she woke again, she had gone mad and been accused of poisoning her whole family. A clear face surfaced in her hazy memories: a young gentleman in flowing white robes. After her exile, a series of unexpected encounters followed, with scene after scene of healing taking place in a teahouse. It wasn't an inn, according to its unwritten rules: three strikes of the ruler on your palm for misbehaving (If I hit you, why don't you dodge?), think three times before drinking the Three Thoughts Tea (I told you to think, and you really did, while the tea went cold), and no lodging at the Not an Inn (It's really not an inn and has no extra beds, so of course it doesn't offer lodging).
Was she healing others or herself? This little woman had to break free of her defensive persona before she could recognize that this world was the one she wanted, and this man was the one she wanted. "Young Master Qingrong, so the one you like is that violent Ning!" The handsome young man, holding a cabbage in his arms, shook his head and gently chided her. "You little rascal!"
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