Prince, Let's Not Make a Date

She was descended from a disciple of Guiguzi, with mastery over heaven and earth. Astrology, divination, reading the past and predicting the future: there was nothing she wasn't good at... But after breaking the sect's rules, her master kicked her back a thousand years.

When she opened her eyes, a handsome man was on top of her. His abs were practically blinding, though his outfit was a little too much... Her master knew she was fated to lack a man, but did he really have to set her up like this?

Luo Qingyao blinked, then flipped over and pinned the man beneath her. "Are all royals as shameless as you? You became a monk and still can't behave, huh?"

The man's eyes darkened. With one swift movement, he pinned her beneath him again. "You entered a Buddhist monastery disguised as a woman and became a monk, so you're no better. As it happens, you're exactly my type!"

By the time she became the imperial preceptor, able to turn the clouds with one hand and summon rain with the other, the man who had become the supreme ruler was more difficult than ever, haunting her like a ghost. When he pinned her down yet again, Luo Qingyao snapped. "Rong Mo, I'm your grandmaster!"

He flashed a wicked smile and lowered his head to kiss her blood-red earlobe. "Good girl..."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.