After a brief wait, Chu Yan remained silent, leaving the eunuch sweating profusely, nervousness threatening to drip from his temples. Gathering his courage, he stealthily glanced up and noticed Chu Yan was not looking at him but rather towards the distant city tower.

"Go back and tell her that if she dares come within ten miles of me again, I will not hesitate to sever her head," Chu Yan said with a cold laugh, then turned and retreated into his carriage, not to be seen again.

"Yes, yes!" The eunuch, trembling like a leaf, fell to his knees with a thud, bowing his head repeatedly. Once granted leave, he scrambled onto his horse and rode off.

Meanwhile, atop the city tower Chu Yan had faced, a figure in pale yellow lingered behind the towering battlements, stealing glances in his direction. Her silhouette was striking, her curves sketching an alluring figure, with her dark hair cascading down, shimmering faintly.

Even with a sheer veil masking half her face, her nearly perfect lips ...