Shu Wan, a celebrated noblewoman from an ancient dynasty, finds herself thrust a thousand years into the future as the wife of the Fu family patriarch in the capital. With her husband absent on international business ventures, she's left to contend with his infamously wayward son—a name whispered throughout the city. At their introduction, the silver-haired rebel tears past on his motorcycle, taunting her about their six-year age gap and slight frame, only to find himself yanked from the bike in one swift motion. "Mind your tongue," she warns. Fu Yang consistently ranks last in his classes, particularly in Chinese where his scores languish below 50. When Shu Wan questions his abysmal essays with "Are you even literate?", he fires back, "You're hardly an academic yourself." His confidence crumbles the moment she fluidly composes elegant classical prose, revealing herself as a walking encyclopedia of knowledge. Upon Fu Siyu's unexpected return from overseas, he anticipates finding disorder instead discovers his typically rebellious son sitting peacefully at calligraphy practice, a perfect-scored exam displayed nearby. His supposedly meek wife commands every gaze on the dance floor, clad in a sleek black dress with a daring slit, radiating undeniable confidence. Yet what truly captures attention is Fu Siyu's razor-sharp stare boring into her dance partner's hand on her lower back—two words sufficing: "Let go." Note: The son is not the biological child of the male lead.