Yun Ranyue, the Grand Jin state preceptor who held power over the court, could be described in just eight words:
A face like a banished immortal, beauty that bewitched the world.
Everyone in the imperial palace knew the preceptor was cold and indifferent by nature, yet he doted on the little apprentice he kept by his side, who was just over four years old.
When a young prince bullied his apprentice, he sent the prince to his doom with a single exile decree.
When her worthless father and stepmother bullied her, he destroyed the Duke of Rong’s household with a mere flick of his fingers.
“Yueya, Yueya,” the little apprentice always called him in her soft, sweet voice. She had never once called him “Master.”
People said the preceptor’s little apprentice was obedient and well-behaved for her age.
That was only because they had never heard her sharp tongue as she called herself “Granny” and traded barbs with her worthless father and stepmother.
People said the little apprentice was beautiful and kind, innocent and pure of heart.
That was only because no one had seen her standing expressionless amid a river of blood and heaps of corpses, a blade in her hand.
“Yaoyao, be good. Let your master handle this.”
Yun Ranyue took the blade from her hand. How could he let the filth all around them stain her? From the moment he became her master, he had promised to protect her and keep her carefree for the rest of her life.
People said the preceptor was pure-hearted and free of desire. They had simply never seen him panic when his little apprentice cried.
People said the preceptor could take on a thousand troops alone, never realizing that just one Nan Zhuohua could leave him utterly defeated.
[One-on-one romance, sweet doting with no angst, an obsessive and rebellious heroine + a cool, chaste hero]
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