If destiny leads to different paths, this turbulent world will ultimately be as you wish.
—— Foreword
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The thirteenth year of Taixing, in late autumn.
Eastern Palace, Lizheng Hall.
The vermillion door of the hall was wide open, like a picture frame.
Within the frame, the background was the deep halls, and the sky was sparse.
The unparalleled beauty walked into the picture.
The Crown Prince Li Shu eagerly stood up: "Ah Rong, you're here!"
No one in the Capital City did not know that the daughter of the Assistant Minister of Rites, Ye Qingrong, was the moon in the sky, the snow on the mountaintop for the Crown Prince Li Shu.
But the moon in the sky and the snow on the mountaintop are both cold.
"Where is he?" Ye Qingrong asked coldly.
Li Shu made a gesture with his eyes.
The Imperial Guard brought up a young boy.
A boy of thirteen or fourteen, with skin like snow, as delicate as a good girl.
