沈家小小姐沈依依， freshly back in Chang'an at the age of十六, was naturally bustling with excitement as she waited for her respective spouse's arrival. She had been sent away to the remote Eastern Peak of the Lingxiao Palace for five years of tutelage under the king's command. The reasons were complex, but the young girl, who only cared about the fun of the capital, had long since yearned for the bustling city life.

The poet Li Qingzhao said, "The sound of Christmastime in Lanling is warmer than the capital." Today, it was in Chang'an that she checked in. However, instead of the excitement she anticipated, she met a cold and stern young man, which made her heart sour slightly.

The young man opposite was not outstanding in terms of appearance, but with a pair of eyes that were as cold as the ice and snow, so sharp that he could easily see through the skin and bones. His face looked tight, and he didn't have the slightest warmth on his face, as if the sun would never shine on him.