Moxun could hardly tear her eyes away from the Imperial Preceptor.
Only one thought echoed in her mind: He's gorgeous. I want him.
Hong Chuan stepped forward, his eyes crinkling with a gentle smile as he addressed the red-robed Imperial Preceptor. "He'an, thank you for coming to meet me."
The Imperial Preceptor gave a slight nod.
He then retrieved an embroidered money pouch, glanced at Moxun, and handed it to her. "For your trouble."
Moxun's nose twitched subtly.
A faint fragrance lingered in the air—something crisp and cool, like snow-dusted pine. Her heart fluttered with delight. Not only is he stunning, but he smells divine too.
And his voice—
Perfect.
He was everything she'd ever dreamed of, as if the heavens had crafted him just for her.
Moxun had always been bold and unrestrained, unshackled by worldly conventions. Today, she'd fallen for the Imperial Preceptor of the Yue Kingdom at first sight, and she was determined to make him hers.
