Princess Pingyang, Li Wu, was naturally proud, willful, and reckless. There were countless young noblemen she had once flirted with.

Among them, He Zhiyu was the most handsome.

Li Wu had truly liked him once.

But he was clingy and easily jealous, and over time Li Wu grew tired of him and cast him aside.

When they met again after many years, He Zhiyu had transformed into the heir of a Marquis’s household, deeply trusted by the Emperor, and admired by countless young ladies as if he were a flower on an untouchable peak.

Though surprised, Li Wu did not take it to heart.

It wasn’t until she fell into He Zhiyu’s schemes of calculated revenge and faced the threat of being forced into a political marriage that she realized—back then, He Zhiyu had never let go of their past relationship, and had always brooded over it.

After several days of thought, Li Wu concluded that if she wanted to break this situation quickly, then perhaps—

She should pluck that flower from the high peak and flirt with He Zhiyu once more.

He Zhiyu’s old friends all thought that everything he did was for the sake of revenge against Princess Pingyang.

But only He Zhiyu himself knew that what he truly wanted was for Li Wu to return to his side, with her heart belonging to him alone.