Su Chan's greatest regret was bringing the token to find Zuo Yun.
He was the emperor's favorite, a commander with power over the court.
He was skilled in both letters and arms, obsessive and suspicious, cold-blooded and ruthless, with countless deaths to his name.
He thought she was trying to cash in on a favor, and treated her with contempt.
He resented her for being from another people, and was icy toward her.
Worse, he considered her a spy from an enemy nation and sent her to the imperial prison.
Su Chan never received an order for her execution. Instead, she was secretly taken away and confined to a separate estate.
By day, she was the elegant, respectable physician of his household.
By night, the man kissed her lips and gripped her waist, every word stabbing at her heart. "Women from your Southern Yan are always using witchcraft and Gu spells, stopping at nothing to get what they want. How sinister and despicable."
He was the one who had fallen in love, yet he suspected she had cast a love spell on him.
The wind that night was bitterly cold.
The lone beauty stood atop the city wall and made one last attempt to defend herself: "There is no such spell. There really isn't."
Then she leapt.
The cold-hearted commander turned red-eyed and vomited blood. He gave it everything he had, but couldn't reach even the hem of her clothes.
He still stubbornly believed she'd cast a spell on him.
Otherwise, why would he love her so deeply, and suffer as if a thousand ants were devouring his heart?
The heroine fakes her death and escapes. The hero faces a hellishly difficult road to redemption.
Theme: Love yourself before loving others
