[A sunny, sincere puppy gradually turns into a gloomy, obsessive emperor X a forgetful, frail, wooden scholar who only thinks of herself as his teacher]
#I hate the moon hanging high, shining on everyone but me#
Ming Yang has lost her memory. Aside from her vast knowledge, she knows nothing about herself.
What's more, when she was eighteen, she came down with a strange illness.
Every few years, she first loses her five senses, then falls into a deep sleep like someone who has died. Only after several more years does she wake up again.
This isn't much of a problem. She doesn't particularly care either way.
Until one day, disguised as a man, she is taken in by a poor young boy to be his tutor.
The boy has little money and plenty of problems, but aside from his habit of sneaking into her room at night, he respects his teacher. So she reluctantly stays.
But before long, she "dies."
She climbs out of a grave, hoping to resume her old life as a tutor, only to unexpectedly run into the young boy, now a rising star at court and the Third Prince. He promptly hauls her back with him.
After questioning him closely, she learns that her dear disciple is attracted to men. Terrified, she immediately scours the capital for eligible young women to set him up with, making her poor disciple's face turn ashen with fury.
Fine, she accepts it.
But her disciple has grown up. He needs someone by his side, doesn't he?
So she starts scouring the capital for eligible young men to set him up with.
Why does that make her disciple even angrier?
Just then, rumors spread throughout the capital that her disciple's first love, his moonlight, is coming to the capital to become a prince's consort.
Now that her identity as a woman has been exposed, she counts the silver in her hand and decides to bow out gracefully and make room for them. She takes advantage of her illness to fake her death and escape.
But when she wakes again, she seems to be confined in the emperor's bedchamber.
And around her ankle... is what looks like a gold chain lined with a soft cushion.
Her dear disciple is holding a book of erotic illustrations, sitting beside the bed and gazing at her in a daze. Then he smiles ominously and says:
"Why did you run away, Teacher?"
"There's something I don't know how to do. Teach me, will you?"
The first time he met his teacher, Qi Lingwang thought, So what if I'm attracted to men? I love my teacher. Even if she's a block of wood, I'll love her.
The second time he brought his teacher back, Qi Lingwang felt like he was going mad, as if he were batting his eyelashes at a blind person.
The third time, he finally went insane.
That day, a wandering Daoist saw the red string in his hand and shook his head. "Why must Your Majesty insist on keeping a lonely soul in this world?"
Gently, he wrapped the other end of the red string around the tips of his teacher's fingers.
"I insist on keeping her here."
To Ming Yang, love means all the people beneath heaven and peace for all generations.
To Qi Lingwang, love means his teacher, Ming Yang.
1. The male lead falls first. The heroine is not a virgin, but this is the male lead's first time.
2. The first love he remembers as his moonlight is the heroine.
Original concept drafted on January 29, 2025.
Theme: Live well
