Xie Heng stood beside a peach tree, holding a fan. A gentle breeze stirred, and peach blossoms drifted down like rain, settling in his raven-feather hair.
He turned, revealing a delicate, bewitching face whose beauty defied gender. A smile played at his lips, but his eyes were icy. “The Wen family sent a maid to humiliate me? I’d like to see which maid dares to come test the groom!”
A few days later...
Cunxin knelt before Xie Heng, her face solemn and her manner neither servile nor arrogant. “Young Marquis, since we’ve both been forced into this, how about we make a deal?”
Xie Heng: What the hell is with that expression... My handsome face is such a burden to you?!!!
Still good
Recommended, very nice.