The sudden throttle of responsibility weighed onto Shoucheng’s shoulders once he saw his bright thumb print on the yellow scroll. Taking one step outside his village, he’s assaulted with unwanted situations and unneeded dark secrets. With his future in fate’s hands, he’s enraptured and tied to the Imperial Palace’s grasp unwillingly.

“I wonder...is a consort and a master the same?”
Wang Lie looked at his friend in shock. Perhaps the craziness of the imperial palace had finally gotten to him.

“Uh...I don’t know. Is there a reason you’re asking?”
Shoucheng turned away and mumbled something under his breath but Wang Lie could clearly see those scarlet ears. He looked to be in deep thought and turned away, suppressing his curiosity.