A breeze blew by at that moment.
Chu Yueli’s long hair was pinned up, strands dancing in the wind. As she stood with her back turned, her robes fluttering, Lu Fengjin felt a tightening in his chest. Though he did not care for her schemes or her mind, such an exquisite face was truly one of a kind in the entire capital.
Such an Ali—even if he did not favor her, he would have to keep her locked within his own cage; she must never be tainted by another man.
Chapter 22