Marquis Xuan Chang and his wife arrived in the front hall. Across from them, a tall, slender man stood with his back turned. Sunlight slanted in, casting a bright golden glow upon him and creating an aura of captivating, refined elegance.
It was late summer, and he was dressed in a black robe patterned with silver pythons and dragons. As the door opened, his robes billowed in the breeze, giving him the bearing of a celestial being—truly a figure of graceful elegance.
The man turned. "Lord, Marchioness."
Gazing at the man's handsome features, Marchioness Xuan Chang pursed her lips, her eyes filled with mirth.
Zhou Cangyan's features were refined and coolly handsome, and he carried a pristine air. Despite his reputation at court and among the people as a "God-Slayer," a "Harbinger of Slaughter," a "Heartless Man," and a "Jinx," his good looks were undeniable.
"Prince Qing." Marchioness Xuan Chang smiled and ordered a servant to bring tea.
