Spring in the Phoenix Canopy

That year, when suitors were chosen from among the successful candidates, Liu Wenyun selected the impoverished scholar Meng Bozhou. She stood by him as he placed third in the palace examinations and reunited with his birth family, painstakingly paving the way for his official career. Until one day, when Meng Bozhou spoke the truth after drinking. "If I can't spend my life with the one I love, what difference does it make whom I marry? If I divorce my first wife, it could hinder my career." So she had only ever been his second choice. Three years of devotion could not outweigh the words "hinder my career." Liu Wenyun presented him with a divorce agreement and left without hesitation. Outside the Meng residence, a carriage lacquered in gold and inlaid with jade had been waiting for some time. The curtain lifted, revealing the prime minister, the very teacher her former husband revered as a living saint, seated inside. He smiled and held out his hand to her. "Dear Wanyan, come with me."-Song Jin was the empire's prime minister and the emperor's maternal uncle. From afar, he seemed as gentle as jade, but only those who had fallen into his traps knew what kind of black heart hid beneath that refined, graceful facade of a humble gentleman. At first, Song Jin only meant to hone Liu Wenyun into a blade. He taught her the Ten Books of Mathematics and helped her reach for her lofty ambitions. Who could have guessed that this junior he doted on would enter his erotic dreams and haunt him day and night...? Later, even knowing she was his student's wife and that she had deliberately approached him to pave the way for her husband, he still had no intention of letting her go. After a wrongful conviction left Liu Wenyun with nowhere else to turn, she came to plead with him. "Your humble servant, Yuniang, is willing to serve you, Chancellor, even at the cost of my life..." Song Jin bent down to look at her. His handsome face, as exquisite as an immortal's and as fine as jade, had shed its usual warmth. In the shifting shadows, it seemed dangerous. "Wanyan, do you really not know what I want?"