By her parents’ command, Nan Yan had no choice but to come to the capital and honor her betrothal to Zhu Dongfeng.
Everyone said the young marquis was violent, illiterate, and obsessed with women despite his tender age. They claimed he kept a whole flock of beauties on the side.
But after arriving in the capital, she discovered that the marquis’s estate was a filthy, rotten pit, and the young marquis was the only pure white jasmine in it.
To grab a share of the marquis’s fortune, people tried everything from sneaking into his bed and poisoning him to slandering women’s reputations and murdering them. They used every underhanded trick they could think of, and each one could have gotten someone killed.
The old marquis was hopelessly lovestruck, and his wife treated him like a treasure despite his soft heart;
The old madam was far too biased, doting on her vicious eldest grandson;
The Lu family was wicked to the core, committing murder, arson, and poisoning;
The young marquis was hopelessly devoted, still searching for the moonlight in his heart.
Once she understood the situation and saw her own sordid past laid bare, Nan Yan made up her mind at once. She was done with this.
Since they could no longer form an alliance, they could each go their own way. Nan Yan planned to find the person she was looking for, then return to Wangqing Mountain and resume her role as the young master of its Thirty-Six Paths.
But something was off about this young marquis.
Why was he showing off his mastery of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, then declaring his feelings beneath the flowers and moonlight, only to follow her all the way to Wangqing Mountain?
“Don’t you already have someone in your heart? Weren’t you looking for your white moonlight to repay her kindness?” Nan Yan asked, baffled as she looked at him.
Zhu Dongfeng looked utterly innocent. “I’m repaying that kindness by offering myself to you, Sister Yan.”
