[A pure-love champion: They bicker in the early chapters, and later, one tease is enough to make him blush] He is Han Chuanyang, a royal relative, a young general, and the dream man of every woman in the capital.
Dressed in fine clothes and standing with a sword in his arms, he sees the women of the world as troublesome climbers who seek power.
He thought he had seen through every game of playing hard to get, until the day I, Tang Xiaobai, crashed into his arms.
After our accidental collision, he branded me a “crazy woman,” then showered me with scorn, barbed remarks, and arrogance.
I chose to avoid him as much as possible. It had taken me so much effort to make a place for myself in this vast capital, and he was someone I could never afford to offend.
But at some point, everything began to change.
When two identical jade pendants worn close to the skin entwined our fates, the haughty general began losing his composure in front of me time and again.
He would have the entire Tianxiang Tower cleared just for me, then chase after me when I turned away and awkwardly stuff a handful of silver into my hands. He would strut around the training ground like a peacock for my sake alone, then get so angry at one of my jokes that the tips of his ears turned red.
He called me a “madwoman,” but time and again, he surrendered all defenses in front of me, utterly defeated.
