Farewell, Heaven's Pride

Also known as: After a Host of Men Broke Off Their Engagements to Me

The Crown Princess, Tie Ci, is eager to marry and issues an imperial decree calling for a selection of consorts.

Portraits of the sons of dukes and marquises fill a room. A flirtatious sickly beauty, a lofty and aloof snow-capped peak, the warmth of a spring breeze, wild yet sweet.

With beauties competing to shine, the Crown Princess refuses to agonize over her choices.

One husband is hardly enough, and she doesn't mind having three palaces and six courtyards. At the very least, she needs enough to keep busy for a week. And if she can't handle it, there's always sildenafil.

But the beauties aren't interested in becoming little puppets born to the great puppet. Before the decree is even issued, letters breaking off their engagements are already flying into the Eastern Palace like snowflakes.

The Crown Princess earns the record for the most broken engagements in history.

Even if she keeps getting rejected, she still needs a husband.

The Crown Princess turns around and picks at random, hitting the ugliest portrait with a dart.

Men are all the same once the lights are off.

That one it is!

The Liaodong Prince's eighteenth son, Little Eighteen, is as beautiful as a flower.

His mother, who considered him a rare treasure, raised him as a girl from childhood, and he mastered every skill of a cross-dressing beauty. But his father came to despise him, and his brothers ostracized him.

A powerful figure who seems frail and helpless, yet kills without blinking.

Just as he has painstakingly built up his underground enterprise and is sharpening his knives to seize the supreme throne, an imperial decree arrives, making him the Crown Princess's husband. He becomes a little puppet's little puppet.

The Liaodong estate and his future throne are both about to slip away.

He goes to great lengths to escape the engagement, only for his concubine mother, eager to climb the social ladder, to bundle him off to the Crown Princess's Eastern Palace.

Fate is a wondrous thing.

Young master, what if the Crown Princess happens to be blind and still takes a liking to your ugly portrait?

What if the Crown Princess and I really are destined for one another...

Then you'll just go along with it?

...I'll kill her.

Mutual falling in love

A sword embroidered with flowers pierces ten thousand gates; I overturn heaven and earth for half a lifetime. Who pursues the realm, who raises the cauldron? The sun and moon heed my hand as I command their rise and fall.

I was born a defiant soul, sweeping my sleeves before the palace to cast aside grudges and gratitude. The mountains and rivers are my scroll, my blade the brush. With half a wild poem, I challenge the immortals and gods.