Let Her Be Heartless

"The Ice-Cold Beauty Descends from Her High Perch"

A flirtatious beauty versus a proper, restrained, aloof gentleman

Gu Shuyun was the daughter of a concubine in the household of a minor seventh-rank official, yet she was born with stunning beauty, radiant as peach and plum blossoms.

The second month after her mother died, the First Madam hurried to arrange for her to become a concubine to her father's superior.

But after the date was set, the second daughter of the Yangzhou sub-prefect's family suddenly went missing.

Half a month later, a teahouse opened in the capital. Its proprietress was full-bodied and graceful, with lovely brows and bright eyes, a rare beauty indeed.

She thought she had finally escaped the den of wolves and tigers, but a precious jewel fallen into the mud only attracted more covetous eyes.

Until one day, a man stepped into her shop.

Clad in white, like bamboo and jade, with the bearing of a cold moon reflected in autumn waters, he was so otherworldly that seeing him made one forget the mundane world.

And the ornamental belt at his waist was especially striking, inlaid with gold and jade, unmistakably exquisite at a glance.

Gu Shuyun's eyes turned, and she conceived a different plan.

Three months later, the gentleman returned, walking through the tranquil moonlight into the rear courtyard of her home.

As they spent more time together, and days filled with tenderness and affection piled up, Gu Shuyun gradually lost herself in them.

Until one night, as passion rose between them, his soft, lingering kisses fell beside her lips. His voice was low and deep. "Since you've returned to your mother, why not marry me?"

Only then did Gu Shuyun suddenly realize that at some point, he had developed such intentions.

A few days later, the gentleman packed his bags and traveled to Huaiyang on official business. Gu Shuyun saw him off with a willow branch at the roadside pavilion, reluctant to part and full of sorrow.

As soon as the boat left the shore, she immediately ordered her maid to take stock of the shop and pack their belongings, then vanished without a trace.

As the eldest legitimate grandson of the Duke of Ying's household, Wen Zhongxuan had been taught from childhood to understand propriety and human relationships. Every word and action had to follow the rules of decorum, with no room for error.

Then came the day the wind scattered pomegranate blossoms, and a young woman with vivid red lips looked at him with a pair of glistening eyes.

"When will you come again, my lord? I'll save you the finest Fangshan Luya tea."

"I don't know."

"The spring chill has returned. Remember to dress warmly, my lord."

"There's no need to worry."

"My lord, why haven't you looked at me once today? Is my makeup smudged? Am I unpleasant to look at?"

"...No."

His thoughts were far from pure, so he dared not look at a goddess.

But later, his goddess abandoned him.

#One-on-one, both pure#

"Even the heartless can be charming"

Theme: The courage to love is beautiful in itself