His hair was perfectly styled, and upon his face was that perpetual, gentle, sickeningly warm smile that made Bai Yunxian want to draw his sword and sever the man's head from his shoulders.
"Lord Yun," Mo Ling Yuan greeted, his voice as smooth as polished silk. He gestured gracefully to the empty cushions opposite him. "And... Lady Bai. It is a pleasure to see you both. Please, have a seat. The tea has just reached the perfect temperature."
Yun Shu walked in with the casual, dominant stride of a sovereign entering her own throne room.
She sat down, crossing her legs effortlessly, her posture screaming absolute authority. Bai Yunxian sat directly beside her, his posture rigid, his face an unreadable mask of cold, glacial jade.
He prepared himself mentally for the inevitable moment Mo Ling Yuan's gaze would lock onto him with that familiar, dark, covetous lust.
He mentally reviewed exactly which vital points he would strike first if the Chancellor dared to speak out of turn.
