The Jia Ma Imperial Family.
In a certain bedchamber.
The moon shone bright amid sparse stars, and the long night had fallen.
Yun Yun sat alone before the mirror, her long hair loose.
She had just bathed and changed into a plain white nightgown. In the candlelight, her exquisitely beautiful face betrayed no expression.
But a closer look would reveal that the fingers holding her comb were trembling slightly.
Fan Tian walked up behind her, water still dripping from his wet hair. He casually took the comb from her hand and began combing her long hair. "Thinking about that precious disciple of yours, or the beloved teacher who raised you?"
Yun Yun did not answer.
"Your disciple is wilder than I expected," Fan Tian said leisurely. "I thought she would agree outright. Her grandfather's condition can't afford any delays, after all. I didn't expect her to refuse. She's got a stubborn streak."
"You shouldn't have made that sort of demand in the first place," Yun Yun said coldly.
"What, are you jealous?" Fan Tian leaned down, resting his chin on her shoulder, his breath brushing her ear. "Don't worry. I'll keep my promises to you."
Yun Yun stiffened, but did not pull away.
Fan Tian's hand slid down from her shoulder to her waist, drawing her gently against him. "Your behavior surprised me, though. To think you would actually take the initiative to plead with me for Nalan Jie."
Fan Tian's large hand slipped inside Yun Yun's robe and began roaming up and down.
"Yun Yun, do you know? The more you humble yourself like this, the more I want to see just how far you'll go for the Misty Cloud Sect and your disciple."
Yun Yun closed her eyes, her long lashes casting fan-shaped shadows. "You won't go back