Ji Liang, who seemed cold and ruthless but was actually warm-blooded and soft-hearted, fell into the hands of Nangong Zhiheng.
She was gentle and polite in front of others, but she was heartbroken and scheming behind her, completely deceiving her into pieces.
Ji Liang's parents both died while doing business, and she was sold into the palace as a maid by her uncle. He met his mentor but died unexpectedly. The prime minister's daughter was openly humiliated. In anger, Ji Liang beat her but had to kneel down as punishment.
Ji Liang met him during the penalty kneeling ceremony.
She seemed to be in a daze due to the cold. She looked up and saw a pair of broad, strong hands holding a warm hand stove and handing it to her.
She tried her best to open her eyes and look again and again. The lines on his hands were obvious and the nails were neatly trimmed. Ji Liang could clearly see the lines on his hands.
Looking up, she saw a young man of similar age to her. He was slightly bent and wearing a moon-white cloak. He wore a jade ring with an unknown pattern around his waist. His black hair behind his shoulders followed his movements and ran forward naughtily.
The bridge of his nose is high, and the eyes under his thick eyebrows are as dazzling as the sapphires set on the frost blade. His thin lips are slightly pursed, and the warm smile and the shallow pear dimples at the corners of his mouth seem to melt away the newly accumulated snow.
Seeing that she was reluctant to take the hand stove, the young man persuaded her, "Warm it up, your hands are all red from the cold."
She asked in confusion: "Why did you hand the stove to me?"
Ji Liang had only one thought in his mind: "I don't know this person, so it must be a scam to offer help in times of need. I'm afraid it's not the rich man who sent someone to punish me."
The young man couldn't help but frown and said in surprise: "I see you are shaking really badly."
Ji Liang still didn't take the stove but looked at him warily: "Master said don't trust others." She seemed to be frozen, even her words were extremely cold.
Years later, when she was injured and fell asleep, she realized that the gentle and dignified demeanor when she first met him was all an act.
His Highness, who was always gentle and dignified, took advantage of her to secretly kiss the scar on her wrist while she was sleeping.
Without saying a word, she kicked His Highness away.
Concept: A story of love, hate, growth and redemption
