After the emperor died, Princess Xiao Qingyu altered the imperial edict to save her own life, putting her younger brother on the throne. She ruled from behind the curtain, while the court officials accused her of having nothing but beauty and of usurping a man's role. Xiao Qingyu simply smiled.
Then one day, Li Chaoyang, the regent who commanded the army, returned victorious to the capital, and Xiao Qingyu panicked.
She still remembered the searing pain in her palm whenever Li Chaoyang, who had once been her tutor, struck it. If he learned the truth about her brother's ascension, he might hate her enough to kill her with a single stroke of his sword.
After thinking it over, she decided it would be best to sneak away that very night.
But the moment she climbed over the wall of the princess's residence,
someone cornered her.
“Which pretty boy are you eloping with this time, Princess?” Li Chaoyang gripped her waist, his voice icy.
