A Sick Princess Meets Her Doting Husband

When the plane passed through the clouds, Ye Wanwan fell asleep. Dreams came like a tide and swept her into the Forbidden City three hundred years ago. She became the most subtle imperial daughter of the Kangxi Dynasty - a faint shadow left behind by the drunken emperor, with the title of nobility, but with a weak body that would collapse in the wind. Until that day, in the dusk in the capital, she bumped into the "touching porcelain" man who deliberately fell in front of her sedan chair. His name is Zhu Yibo, and there is a spark of rebellion in his eyes. She saw through his disguise, and he saw through her loneliness. A battle of wits that began with calculations, between suspicion and temptation, quietly turned into a heartbeat. He is her calamity and her medicine; she is the variable in his chess game, and the reason why he is willing to surrender to his "favorite husband". Unexpectedly, the imperial daughter of the Forbidden City, Flower, still has a thousand-year-old red fox living in her soul. The covenants made in the past life and the dangers in this life are all rushing forward. They walked hand in hand through the knife-edge conspiracy and fate, and all they wanted was a "continuation". There was a turbulence in the airflow. Ye Wanwan opened her eyes suddenly, the cabin light was gentle. She subconsciously looked at the seat next to her, and met the man's gaze that happened to be raised. Those deep eyebrows, that faintly familiar arc on the lips... Her heart, thousands of feet high in the sky, skipped a beat. The wind in the dream seemed to be blowing to this moment.