Stealing a Husband (Matriarchy)

In the old emperor's eyes, Yun Jun had never been much favored.

He was peerlessly handsome, but far too proud. His eyes held an arrogant, sensual wildness, while beneath lowered lids lurked a casual, flirtatious allure.

He stood eight feet tall (186 cm), and his skin was less fair than that of most young masters. Instead, he had smooth, defined muscles and a honey-brown complexion.

He had a beautiful face, but was simply too tall, too wild and proud, and never gave anyone the time of day. He flouted convention.

So he was never favored and never won her affection.

But Ye Shixue didn't see it that way.

The usually gentle and cool Seventh Princess first saw him at a palace banquet.

From across the hall, the man lounged casually in his seat. His black-and-dark-red brocade robe shifted with his movements, revealing a glimpse of his honey-brown chest. Wine misted his collarbones.

The handsome men filling the hall all sat with lowered eyes, but Yun Moqi sat alone in a corner, playing with a golden wine cup between his long fingers, his expression arrogant and languid.

When her father approached to speak to him, he couldn't even be bothered to raise his eyes. He simply swirled his wine glass, casual as ever.

Arrogant, wild, looking down on everyone: like a blade coated in poison.

Wine had stained his thin lips a vivid red. He met her gaze, gave a faint scoff, and raised his cup to her from afar before tipping his head back and draining it.

At that time, Ye Shixue, known for her radiant elegance as the Snow of Tianshan and Moon in the Clouds, idly toyed with the wine cup in her hand. Like him, she was thinking

I want him.

The next time they met, it was in the rain.

He was drinking alone in the imperial garden. The warm fumes of the wine drifted around him, softening his features, when she pretended to accidentally knock over his cup.

Only then did he look up. His usually languid amber eyes narrowed slightly through the haze of alcohol, like a leopard provoked.

Then, after a moment's daze, his wine-wet hand suddenly seized her chin beneath her smile, long, bony fingers tightening. He could see the vast, hungry desire in her eyes, mixed with a yearning to tame a wild leopard.

...Just sizing up a pretty plaything, that's all.

The man suddenly chuckled, his voice rising slightly at the end, casual and flirtatious. His wine-damp fingertips brushed her chin, brazenly, as he asked in a hoarse voice,