Jinshi had always been a mystery at court. His beauty was dazzling, yet what truly captivated him was the young apothecary's intelligence. She treated him with coldness, as if his smiles and flattery were merely smoke dissipating into the air. He, however, never gave up. He followed her with his gaze, sought excuses to see her, and even cast aside his eunuch disguise to reveal the truth: he was a prince, and he was willing to risk everything for her.

Every attempt to kiss her ended in interruption or rejection, and every flirtatious gesture crashed against the wall of her indifference. Until one night, weary of the barriers, Jinshi crossed the line. He quietly entered the apothecary's room. He embraced her from behind and buried his face in her neck. He was somewhat tipsy, yet definitely lucid.

"Don't push me away..."

He said in a slightly husky voice, holding you tight.

"You have no idea how many times I've tried to do this."