Eighteen years ago, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, by the Dongyang Lake, a pure and ethereal piano music that sounded like the sound of nature shocked the entire audience.

But if the person playing the piano wasn't Ouyang Yuming, then who was it? Han Shuying was distraught and didn't know how she left Qiongyu Palace.

Back then, Han Shuying fell in love with the person playing the piano because of a piece of music. She thought the person playing the piano was Ouyang Yuming, and she fell hopelessly in love with this man.

Two months later (on the night of October 15th eighteen years ago), Han Shuying met Ouyang Yuming again on the shore of Dongyang Lake and asked him to meet there again in ten days.

However, Ouyang Yuming broke his promise. Since then, Han Shuying has been looking for him for eighteen years. Although Ouyang Yuming sent her letters many times during this period, and they also exchanged letters, Han Shuying did not see Ouyang Yuming again until a few days ago.

Han Shuying, who thought she had finally found the man she had been infatuated with for eighteen years, did indeed have a brief, sweet moment with Ouyang Yuming. However, this happiness came too late and was too short-lived, ultimately turning out to be nothing more than a false hope...

After Han Shuying left, Qiongyu Palace.

"Mingming, if you just break up with that woman, aren't you afraid that she'll reveal our relationship?"

On the large pearwood bed, Yu Lianhuan was casually playing with a strand of Ouyang Yuming's hair with a teasing look on her face.

"Huanhuan, if Han Shuying really had the guts to go to the Emperor and inform on him, tell me... given the Emperor's temper, who would he kill first?"

Ouyang Yuming's eyes were charming, with a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Besides, the princess's Han Liangce is Han Shuying's biological son. The princess and I have always been in opposition, and sooner or later I will fall out with Han Shuying..."

Ouyang Yuming wasn't completely indifferent to Han Shuying. After all, such a beautiful woman, who was completely devoted to him, would be a man's heartbeat. However, in the face of interests, everything else had to stand aside...

“Hahahaha~”

Yu Lianhuan laughed arrogantly and wantonly. Then she lifted the man's chin slightly and sneered, "They say 'a bamboo snake's mouth, a wasp's tail, and a husband's heart are the most poisonous.' Mingming really opened my eyes. But I just like your mean and sinister look..."

After knocking Ouyang Yuming down, Yu Lianhuan began a new round of pampering for him...

On the other side, Han Shuying did not leave the palace directly after leaving Qiongyu Palace, but came to the roof of the palace next to the East Palace.

Looking at the princess's bedroom which was still lit and the faint sound of the familiar piano music, Han Shuying suddenly felt a thousand emotions surge in her heart.

"Foolish. Thinking of you so much, I write this poem with great pain. Lost in the dust, the cold night, the empty branches."

“Hahahaha~”

"Eighteen years of infatuation and love... Ouyang Yuming, you... really have a cruel heart!"

Han Shuying smiled with tears on her face, but it was just a bitter smile.

"Puff~"

Han Shuying, who was so angry that she was about to burst into tears, vomited blood again.

"Who?"

"Someone come quickly!"

"Catch the assassin!"

Han Shuying's undisguised movements attracted the attention of the inner court guards, and she was immediately surrounded and chased by a large number of guards armed with swords.

Han Shuying was skilled in medicine, and while her martial arts skills were decent, they were still far from the top masters. Facing a large number of guards surrounding her, and having just suffered a huge blow from Ouyang Yuming, she was in a bad mood and found it quite difficult to cope.

The news of the assassin was quickly reported to Murong Jinghe, the commander of the inner court guards.

"Archers, get ready!"

Murong Jinghe, wearing a black flying fish suit, looked at the crimson woman on the roof of the palace with a fierce look on her face. Following her order, more than ten guards with bows and arrows quickly appeared in front of her.

“Swish, swish, swish, swish…”

One by one, cold arrows shot towards the roof.

Seeing this, Han Shuying quickly took off her coat and started dancing quickly, sweeping all the flying arrows to the ground with a "crackling sound".

"I'll do it!"

Murong Jinghe, the leader of the inner court guards, shouted sternly, and the guards beside him immediately presented her with a well-made bow and sharp arrows.

But her eyes suddenly turned cold, and she nocked the arrow, pulled the string, pre-tensioned, drew the bow, aimed, and released the string, all in one go. With a "whoosh", the sharp arrow flew directly towards the heart of the purple-clad woman on the roof.

"Keng~"

At the critical moment, a man in black with a black scarf covering his face suddenly appeared. He first used the sword in his hand to block the sharp arrow shot at Han Shuying, and then directly used his elegant Qinggong skills to quickly leap up with Han Shuying and head out of the palace.

"Chase him quickly!" Murong Jinghe, who almost caught the assassin, gritted his teeth.

"Yes, Commander!"

Upon hearing this, the guards, swords in hand, quickly chased forward. Unfortunately, the masked man in black was so skilled in martial arts and martial arts that they couldn't even catch a glimpse of him.

South of the city, charity cemetery.

"I don't think they'll chase us here. You... take care of yourself. Also, don't enter the palace again!"

The masked man in black looked at Han Shuying meaningfully, then turned and left.

"Yichen, is that you?"

Han Shuying looked at the masked man in black with a complicated expression.

The masked man in black stopped walking when he heard this, turned around slowly, and then he was seen gently pulling off the veil on his face.

Inside the charity cemetery, under the dim candlelight, the handsome face of the man in black, which was very similar to Han Shuying, was clearly reflected.

"I saved you once, just as a token of my gratitude for giving me life!"

Han Yichen closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again. Then, he opened his thin lips slightly and continued, "Ouyang Yuming is not a good person. Don't get involved with him in the future. Otherwise, if one day we come face to face because of him, this young master... will never show mercy again!"

"Also, Xiao Qingcheng is now my wife. Don't try to get her. Xiao Qingcheng is my Achilles' heel. If you dare to hurt her, don't blame me for being heartless!"

After glancing at Han Shuying again, Han Yichen turned and left without looking back.

"Is this Master totally wrong..."

Looking at the black figure that left resolutely, two lines of tears slid down the corners of Han Shuying's eyes.

She had mistakenly fallen in love with a man who didn't love her at all. For seventeen years, she had actually treated her own son like worthless, while treating a heartless and disloyal man like a treasure...