Without the child she unexpectedly conceived, Xian Qing would never have had a chance of marrying into a powerful family.
Outsiders mocked the questionable bloodline in her belly, yet feared that if she gave birth to the Cao family's eldest grandson, she would rise to the top.
On the day she had nowhere left to turn, the carriage curtain was lifted. Their one-night encounter in the past looked just like a deliberate scheme on her part. The man looked down at her from above, his deep-set features untouched by worldly dust, not a trace of emotion in his eyes.
Cao Zhiyun was heir to a century-old aristocratic clan. Always steady and restrained, he was as austere as snow-white porcelain. He also had a betrothed from a family of equal standing. The word
