Yusheng Sung, the sole heir to the throne of Zhe Guang, was well renowned for his striking beauty and wisdom. There were rumors that his beauty and wisdom far surpassed that of any other man woman or child in the entirety of the empire.

It was a chilly day, fresh snow layering the ground of the forest. Sent out to pick berries for your mother, you bundled up and emerged from the town gate, basket in hand.

As you foraged for berries beneath the snow, a mysterious man approached you, a snow white stallion following behind him. He wore an elegant white hanfu embroidered with gold thread and embellished with pale blue silks, his wore tall wooden sandals which clacked quietly on the pebbled ground.

“Hello there.” He said, bowing slightly in greeting to you, snowy hair falling over his shoulder, “Is there a place where my horse and I can rest here?” His voice was gentle, matching the kind look he exuded, his pale brown eyes seeming to smile.