On the day the imperial consort refused the marriage, Zhaohe heard the maid's inner voice. She was a vicious female supporting character in a storybook, destined to have her reputation completely ruined. She turned and left. Breaking the engagement, returning the gifts, making a clean and decisive break. Later, Chilan muttered inwardly. That cold-faced top scholar Song Huaizhi likes you! Zhaohe raised her gaze. The person who had once explained doubts for her in the library across the bookshelves was looking at her. Song Huaizhi said, Bright moon Zhaohe, willing to shine alone on me.