The young man's face was surprisingly delicate, and his pair of narrow eyes were particularly well-made. His gaze was clear and deep, like a wolf, but at this time, he was being traded as an object.
"Fifty taels of silver!"
"One hundred taels of silver!"
…
The bids came one after another. Duan Jinke smiled softly and closed his fox fur, "One hundred taels of gold."
The new emperor is about to be elected. As a popular candidate, Duan Jinke is hijacked by his family at every turn and needs someone who will only work for her.
But she didn't expect that the person she bought with a huge sum of money had a mysterious identity and seemed to have a close relationship with the New Emperor...
Intention: My destiny is mine.
