The light filtered through the treetops and fell askew at the entrance of the corridor.
Chu Liulang was being led forward by the servants, along a path that was seldom trodden.
He was a notorious philanderer, undeniably handsome and graceful. His enchanting eyes and honeyed tongue had endless ways of coaxing others.
Seeing the servants just keeping their heads down leading the way, he couldn't help but feel irritated.
His mother's admonitions and warnings before he came were still fresh in his ears. There was also Chu Ning, still in her boudoir, with whom he had illicit relations, and his father's thunderous rage upon discovering them.
The crash of porcelain shattering echoed, shards scattering everywhere.
— "Filthy! Absolutely filthy!"
— "Scoundrel, she is your own sister, your sister of the same mother, how could you lay hands on her? If I were you, I would have no face to live in this world!"
