An Shera is going to marry a sick Lord with a sinister temperament. He is moody and has an unknown number of people's blood on his hands. On the wedding night, when White Xuan lifted the bride's ground veil with dismal interest, he thought he would see a frightened and crying face. Unexpectedly, he saw a pair of big smiling eyes. The beautiful bride is not afraid of him at all. The bride raised her soft hands, gently pulled white Xuan's sleeves, and called him "my lord ~" in a sweet and soft voice.