Abandoned by her bloodline, Ye Ningwan finds herself bound in marriage to Zhan Hanjue, the infamous "blind" warlord whom everyone assumes will discard her within days. Yet on the third morning, she returns to her family's gates laden with treasures that glitter under the sun. Her relatives' eyes gleam with greed as she delivers her icy retort: "These gifts are mine to keep. Since you offered no dowry, consider them payment for my losses." "How dare you!" they protest. Zhan Hanjue's voice cuts like sharpened metal: "She belongs to me now. Her safety is my sacred duty." When Ye Ningwan finally questions him—"Aren't you supposed to be blind?"—he draws her against him, his breath warm at her temple. "Continue the pretense with me, my queen, and I will surrender you everything—my kingdom, my devotion, my soul."