When Lanqi first entered the palace, she was an insignificant little maid, diligently serving her mistress and never dreaming of the day she might rise to the top. The sight of Xuan Ye grieving for his late wife in the pouring rain stayed in her heart. So many things, so often, seem to be arranged by fate. To protect her mistress, Wuya Lanqi even dared frame the emperor himself. The young emperor only meant to scare the insolent little maid who didn’t know her place. He never expected that those eyes, full of kindness and tenderness, would take such deep root in his heart. “This servant only wanted…” Lying on the dragon bed, Wuya Lanqi gazed intently at the emperor, as if she wanted to etch him into her eyes. “You can bear the weight of the whole empire. What’s one false accusation?”
