The Eunuch Lord Willingly Kneels at Her Feet

Born a princess of the Great Qian, Song Shaoli lived in luxury for fifteen years, cherished by everyone around her.

She never imagined that on her birthday, dressed in a wedding gown, her beloved father would send her into the flames of war, making her a sacrifice between two nations.

At the critical moment, it was her enemy-nation husband, who shared her misfortune, who saved her life and urged her to keep living.

Song Shaoli bit through her lip.

She wouldn't just survive. She would live more recklessly than anyone.

Later on, the exalted eldest princess of Great Qian, with a beauty that could topple kingdoms, had a brazen and vicious heart. Her wanton, uninhibited behavior left the scholars of the realm fuming.

The women, however, secretly envied her.

"Have you heard? The newly named top candidate in the palace examinations is as handsome as a jade carving."

"Yes. He's become one of the eldest princess's lovers."

"Have you heard? Young General Lin is dashing and imposing."

"Yes. He's become one of the eldest princess's lovers."

In the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs, a young eunuch rushed in to report.

"Lord! Something terrible has happened! The eldest princess has taken a fancy to the Duke's son and is storming the Duke's mansion with her people to seize him!"

Pei Heng's teacup struck the table, sending a fragrant splash across it.

He led his men to block the carriage at the Duke's mansion gate.

"Your Highness, you'll have to leave the man here."

The carriage curtains lifted, revealing a beautiful woman who smiled warmly at him. Her peach-blossom eyes rippled, bewitchingly lovely.

"All right, but..." Her soft, breathy voice whispered in his ear, teasing him. "You, Lord Director, will have to take his place."

Pei Heng lowered his eyes and clenched his fists, trembling.

Everyone thought the two of them would be at each other's throats, but then astonishing news spread like wildfire.

"The Chief Eunuch has become one of the eldest princess's lovers too!"

At that time, in the eldest princess's residence, Pei Heng had taken off his cold, imposing ceremonial robes and knelt beside the beauty's skirt.

Song Shaoli lifted his chin and smiled. "Are you no longer angry with me, Lord Pei?"

"I have never been angry with Your Highness."

Only Pei Heng knew that he had been trembling with happiness that day.

At last, the moon in the heavens was willing to look his way.

As the Director, Pei Heng had power and influence and cared for no one. Yet in her presence, ashamed of his physical imperfection, he felt as lowly as an ant. He could only watch her from afar, yearning for her and consumed by jealousy of the men around her.

Theme: A person stands firm through faith.