Locked in the Deep of Spring

He Wucheng was renowned as a true gentleman. She chose him as her consort, cutting off his path to a brilliant future. She compared him to a mere entertainer and mocked him, making him crawl beneath her skirts. She relished the pleasure of dragging him down from his pedestal. She asked scornfully, “How does it feel to get by on your looks?” She wanted to see humiliation and resentment on his face, along with the look of someone forced to endure it. But he smiled, amusement in his eyes, and replied with an emotion she couldn’t understand: “It’s not bad. I couldn’t ask for more.”