In the midst of snide mockery and whispered scandal, Young Master (*Shizi-title for legitimate son of high-ranking nobles who will inherited the title) Han Linfeng of Beizhen shockingly marries a blind merchant girl.

At a banquet soaked in wine and revelry, His Majesty points at the debauched Han Linfeng and scolds:

“In days of old, Duke Anle drowned in pleasures and forgot his homeland. Today, this boy is nothing but rotten wood—unfit for carving!”

In the capital, the noble young ladies—long infatuated with the dashing heir—howled in sorrow and fury:

How could such a refined, dazzling heir fall prey to a scheming blind girl? What a mismatched, humiliating union!

His aides, eyes misting with loyal grief, whispered among themselves:

“Young Master, to endure such disgrace for the sake of long-term strategy… we are useless! We should have taken this humiliation upon ourselves and spared you!”

But the blind girl, Su Luoyun, merely smiled:

“Let’s all calm down. This marriage is nothing more than a deal—mutual benefit, no strings. Once he rises to greatness, I’ll accept the divorce scroll and quietly disappear.”

What she never expected… was that this man would actually succeed.

When the once-dismissed scion ascends the imperial throne, claiming the Dragon Seat as Emperor, Su Luoyun—knowing herself to be the shame of the Eastern Palace—doesn’t wait to be condemned. She hurriedly packs her silver notes and belongings, planning to fake her death and abdicate her place.

But before she can sneak past the palace gates, under a moonlit sky, a man clad in the princely python-robe stands before her—sword brows, icy gaze—blocking her escape.

Su Luoyun, with careful restraint, offers:

“We were husband and wife, if not in love then at least in shared fate. If His Highness insists on washing away past disgrace… could you at least let me die with some dignity?”

Han Linfeng’s smile chills to the bone:

“Su Luoyun, your eyes may be blind—but is your heart blind too?”

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Quick Intro:

A marriage of convenience.

The heroine marries above her station, convinced she’s a frog clinging to a swan. All she wants is to be dismissed and bloom alone. Unfortunately, the hero is an expert at boiling frogs in sweet, slow-burning sugar water.

(She loses her sight unexpectedly, but will regain it later. Early parts lean slightly toward domestic intrigue. Read as suits your taste!)

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