The Jia Ma Imperial Family.
Inside a bedchamber.
The moon shone bright amid sparse stars. The long night had arrived.
Yun Yun sat alone before a mirror, her long hair loose.
She had just bathed and changed into plain white nightclothes. 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 approached from behind, 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 revered 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, since her grandfather's condition can't wait. I never expected her to refuse. She's certainly stubborn."
"You should never have made that sort of demand." Yun Yun's voice was cold.
"What, are you jealous?" Fan Tian leaned down and rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath brushing her ear. "Relax. I'll naturally keep my promises to you."
Yun Yun stiffened, but did not pull away.
Fan Tian's hand slid 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 beg me for the sake of 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 lower yourself like this, the more I want to see 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 on your promise, will you?"
"You've even given me your