If I had known that this damned red silk would break and fall on Prince Yin, I would have made sure to gain a few more pounds so it could knock him unconscious and make him lose his memory! Many years ago, everyone had once bathed in blood on the battlefield, the sounds of weapons clashing and horses galloping. Many years ago, everyone had once been young and foolish, secretly pledging themselves to one another for life. But you, My Lord, are truly different from ordinary men—cold, indifferent to everything. And you, Miss, are no ordinary lady—blindingly conspicuous. Someone like you, even if it were only for a play, wouldn’t even be fit to portray a general. Who were the people in the dream, in that building? The world says: “To use one’s beauty to please others is the act of a lowly person!” But Guan Fengyue says: “To use beauty to please a lowly person is the act of a lowly person!” No lowly men, no lowly women—if we’re all lowly, can’t we get along harmoniously? We can’t! Yin Gezhi’s face darkened with an ominous expression: “I’ve always despised those with lowly natures!” However, fate played its hand, and Guan Fengyue, with her so-called ‘lowly nature,’ had originally planned to use a red silk to enter the embrace of the Crown Prince of the Wu Kingdom. But who would have thought that after gaining a few pounds, the red silk could no longer hold her and—clang!—it fell, along with her naked body, straight into Yin Gezhi’s arms. Many years ago, everyone had once brandished long swords and rode on iron horses, their heroic figures beneath the battle flags dazzling, catching the eyes of the young men of Lidu. Many years later, one dressed in light gauze, slowly shedding her clothes in the brothel, licking her lips and smiling coquettishly, as if to say: “Ten taels of silver for a night, seeing as you look good, I’ll give you a 20% discount.”