Everyone adored her, she was her father's prized pearl and dear love. Commoners of Shengjing often said one didn't know what good fortunes in past lives one must have accrued to be born a Miss Qi.
Indeed, such a life was envied by many but attained by few.
This blessed life should have known no sorrow, yet today the peony bore dew and frost; upon entering the room, she sat silently in her chair, staring blankly at the screen in the room, lost in thought.
There was a hush among the maids standing all around, not one of them daring to speak. It was at this moment that suddenly, from outside the door, a voice called out, "Sister——"
Following that, the beaded curtain studded with tiny gems was swept aside, and a man in a brocade robe entered.
The visitor was Qi Yutai.
