Guigu Zongheng was quite lucky—though orphaned, she had a master who doted on her. Of course, that was only her own perspective. The Guigu Sect was a poor and humble school, and scraping by to raise her until seventeen was no small feat. So, for money, her master Liu Rufeng resolutely sold her to the King of Qin, Murong Bai. Sold was sold—better than being married off, she supposed. Upon learning this, Guigu Zongheng resignedly comforted herself: after all, she’d disguised herself as a man for years without being found out. Even if she was being sold, serving as a strategist or advisor was far better than becoming a royal concubine. But life was full of surprises. When she descended the mountain and met the so-called King of Qin, Murong Bai, she nearly fainted on the spot—oh, wonderful. This was a woman. Just like her. A woman. Wait— A woman?! A stunningly beautiful woman?! This was the setup for a story waiting to unfold!—No, no, Zongheng, you’re overthinking it. This wasn’t a story. This was an absolute disaster.