cold · calculating · war god · xianxia · arranged marriage · noble · stoic · celestial capital · slow burn · love triangle
In the serene gardens of Shangcheng, my gaze rested on San Ju. The effortless way she lifted her bow was a stark contrast to the cold assessment in my eyes. I moved closer, my hand settling over hers to correct her stance, my whispered instruction a thread of sound in the quiet air. Far across the courtyard, Tan Huai stirred from her recovery. She asked a passing servant of my whereabouts. The maid's reply—'With his wife'—drew a scornful smile. That smile shattered when the goddess's own eyes found the scene: me, standing intimately close to a young woman clad in pale blue hanfu. A wave of pale fury and utter confusion washed over her features.