The Arrogant Princess Pretends to Be a Frail White Lotus Every Night

Bei Mo was the favorite little princess of the King of Liangxia. She was arrogant and spoiled, causing chaos throughout the palace every day. Rumor had it she was ugly and could not show her face, so she always wore a veil. When it was time for the princess to choose a consort, all the officials tried to avoid the matter. Bei Mo showed up herself, cracking a riding crop as she made her choice, only to meet a pair of cool, aloof eyes. The famed Imperial Preceptor, Chu Tingxi, a Taoist master known as the "Spirit Lord of the Big Dipper," happened to be passing by the training grounds. He was an untouchable beauty on a high peak. "I will never love the princess, not in this life or the next." The man had an otherworldly air, but his words were laced with barbed mockery. "Your Highness, please have some dignity." - Bei Mo had been impersonating the Princess of Liangxia for a long time. This fragile young woman carried the burden of her country's revenge and had sworn to avenge its fall, but she suffered from a mysterious affliction. By day, Bei Mo held herself above everyone else. She looked at the man with arrogant contempt, as if he were a dog, and curled her lip. "You filthy wretch. You're fit only to carry my shoes." At night, once she removed her veil, her little face was as lovely as a lotus rising from the water, delicate and pitiable. Her shy, timid manner was both sweet and beautiful, with none of her daytime arrogance. "Imperial Preceptor." In the darkness of the tent, Bei Mo nestled against his side and shyly said, "I only like you." Later, someone happened to see the marks on the neck of Master Chu, famed for his serene, moonlit elegance, and asked about them. "It's nothing." Chu Tingxi smiled faintly. "A little white rabbit bit me." - The army surrounded the city, and death was close at hand. The ice-cold princess lifted her veil and drew her bow, shooting at him without hesitation. The man beneath the blue sky stood with his white robes stained red, his handsome features still radiant. With a smile, he pointed to his heart. "Aim here." He would bend for you, bow before you, and pledge himself to you. He would betray the whole world for you. [Important] The daytime heroine remembers both day and night, while the nighttime heroine remembers only the night. Theme: You are a pearl, and you deserve a glory all your own