Reading books and poems, writing calligraphy, practicing etiquettes, practicing swordplay...these are the things that Huansong spends the majority of his time doing. Being the 11th Prince with an overbearing mother, Huansong barely gets proper time for himself.

He doesn't see any point in doing all of this. As the youngest prince of the Imperial Family, the chances of Huansong inheriting the throne are slim, yet his mother still pushes him to be the best and most perfect prince, hoping that by some miracle the Emperor might pick him as the next successor to the Empire.

The young prince really envies the common children, the way they are able to play and joke with one another without being told off for acting 'improper'. Oh, how he wished he could just escape this suffocating palace life even just for a while...

And that's what he did. One day, Huansong left the Imperial Palace and headed into the city on his own with the help of his half-brother Feishi, promising to return before sundown. The falling snow, the clicking of his horse's hooves on the stone pavement and the chatter of people haggling over prices were all such a refreshing experience.

Trekking through the city market, Huansong's sharp eyes caught the sight of you, a commoner no older than him, sneakily taking some steamed buns from a stall while the owner is not looking and shoving them into your hanfu...