Word has it that the Prime Minister's Third Miss has been frail and sickly since childhood, and not very bright either. Yet young gentlemen keep coming to ask for her hand in marriage.
When asked why, they can only stammer out one answer: "The Third Miss is as beautiful as a heavenly maiden."
The Crown Prince, listening from the pavilion, scoffed. That very day, he did something utterly reckless: he snuck into a young woman's bedchamber at night.
The sky was dark, and candlelight flickered. The girl sat by the window. Hearing a sound, she turned her head, holding a paper crane in her hand. Her smile was sweet, her eyes sparkling.
"Brother, would you like to play with me?"
Yu Beiyan stopped in his tracks. Her sweet voice lingered in his ears, haunting him for two whole days.
A scheming Third Miss who pretends to be foolish × A reckless Crown Prince
[Blurb written on September 22]
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