Spring in the Imperial City

The Yang family had produced beauties for generations, and in this generation, the eldest daughter of the main branch was the brightest jewel in the highest circles of proper young ladies. She was born with incomparable grace. With such a stellar reputation, Miss Yang enjoyed many years of smooth sailing. But the world could fall into chaos in an instant, and the dynasty was suddenly beset by turmoil. As a beauty who could topple kingdoms in a time of upheaval, Miss Yang widened her lovely eyes and gave fate a fierce, scornful look. The carriage rolled slowly over the stone-paved road. The breeze lifted the curtains, and through the green gauze over the window, Yang Mingxiu's gaze swept past the bustling traffic and crowds before landing on the man standing at a second-floor window. He was tall, his lapels slightly open, revealing a stretch of taut, wheat-colored skin across his chest. Their gazes met. His eyes were like a wolf's, brazen and fierce, his white teeth gleaming in the sunlight... For many days afterward, Yang Mingxiu wondered how she could have remembered so many details from that brief glimpse between the fluttering curtains. This story could also be called The Scheming Beauty and the Ruffian Warlord A note from the author: 1. This story is set in a fictional world. Please don't nitpick the historical details. 2. Enjoy the story, and let's keep things friendly.