When the Northern Zhao State's Imperial Preceptor returned to the capital after a tour of the south, she found a cat with bright, watery eyes and soft white fur in her residence.
The Imperial Preceptor oversaw the Demon-Suppression Bureau, and countless demons had been tortured and executed by her subordinates.
Until her little cat was gravely wounded and on the verge of death.
One morning, she was woken by a searing warmth beside her.
In her bedroom in the Imperial Preceptor's residence, an unfamiliar man lay there, unconscious, clinging to her with his arms and legs.
Fuya: "..." Where was her cat?
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Rumors that the Imperial Preceptor brought a cat to court had been flying around for a month and still hadn't died down when the story changed.
The little cat, A Nan, shamelessly ran away from home, and the infamous Imperial Preceptor now had a handsome, refined young husband by her side.
The sort who ate and slept with her and never left her side.
[The comment section was accidentally disabled by this idiot author earlier. Nothing's wrong, so feel free to enjoy the story.]
Theme: So what if she's the Imperial Preceptor? She still loves cats, doesn't she?
