Ahem, in Xialin Xianglou, you can call me Xiaolou, not Xiaorou.
My ambition is to fulfill my mother's wish and open a pastry shop, so I took the risk and disguised myself to enter the royal kitchen of the palace to steal art. However, it seems that I stole the wrong thing - a living person!
He was preparing to be prime minister, but he had to give up and live in the market, and ended up in a brothel.
Ideals and struggles, what kind of sparks will arise between people living in different environments?