She is the legitimate third daughter of a general’s household, unflappable and always several steps ahead. She can plot a masterful game of chess, wield poison with deadly skill, outmaneuver scheming women, and play the innocent white lotus. But she never expected to fall for him. He is the Fourth Prince of Changwu, meticulous and unfathomably cunning. His strategies rival Zhuge Liang’s, his martial skill surpasses Zhao Yun’s, and he is decisive and indifferent to fame and fortune. But he fell for her. After the war, beneath a pear tree, he gazed at her with loving anticipation. “You turned down every proposal back then, so why did you agree to marry me?”
She kept her attention on her book of medicinal herbs and didn’t even look up. “The others just didn’t sit right with me. You were the one who wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
