From a duke’s pampered daughter to a courtesan, my life fell apart after I was reborn.
To escape the brothel, I needed to find a wealthy patron.
In terms of family background and looks, Liu Zhiyi was the high branch I had to reach for.
He might have been aloof, but I had no shortage of shamelessness.
I flirted with him awkwardly. My methods were clumsy, but they got results.
At last, I became his devoted little canary, living in the palm of his hand.
But the word “mistress” from someone else finally snapped me out of my lovesick haze.
He was about to marry a princess, and I was still clinging to him as his mistress. I wasn’t just shameless, I was asking for death.
I could only run.
I ran again and again, and every time I was caught and dragged back. The usually aloof heir cupped my face and pleaded in a humbled voice, “Please... don’t leave me.”
I provoked him. “Only if you divorce the princess and marry me.”
His kiss fell on my eyes. “All right.”
He really was crazy. He wasn’t even afraid to die.
