Jing Mo fell in love with Li Xunyan. Everyone said Li Xunyan was the ninth prince of Great Qi, a man of incomparable nobility. But to Jing Mo, he was simply her young master.
He taught her to read music and play the qin, to appreciate tea and paint. With every shift of his gaze, she felt like the happiest woman in the world.
For five whole years, Jing Mo believed Li Xunyan taught and protected her because he meant to marry her.
She never imagined that Li Xunyan had spent all these years plotting to send her into the palace, where she would become the reincarnation consort of his elder brother.
She was Jing Mo, and nothing more. She was not the reincarnation of Consort Rou.
Li Yunian had finally waited for Jing Mo. From the first moment he saw her, he knew his Consort Rou had returned. Even though Jing Mo had been sent into the palace by his scheming younger brother, he did not care in the slightest.
Every night in the palace, Jing Mo would drape a light veil over her shoulders, put on her outer robe, and leave her courtyard with a smile. Each time, she would see a pair of shadowy eyes fixed intently on her.
