Two hours ago,
Xuan Han had stood motionless before a tall bronze mirror in his halls on the journey of his disguise.
Wei Jin had circled him, his fingers glowing with runes as he set the final illusion.
Xuan Han's new disguise. Han Junhui.
His silver hair had changed into blonde hair tied high in a ponytail that brushed the nape of his new, delicate neck. His height shrank, his broad shoulders narrowed, and his jaw softened.
The hard line of his alpha's throat curved into an omega's graceful column.
And his sandalwood pheromones were replaced with sweet daisy.
"Perfect transformation," Wei Jin said as he stepped back, his fan flicking open. "You look like a different person, which is good because no one will suspect you are the emperor."
