Li Yuan
A snow-white kitten slipped into the bedchamber. The moment her paws touched the ground, she knocked over a scroll on the desk. The scroll tumbled down and unrolled—the woman in the painting had silver hair, golden eyes, and a cinnabar mark like blood between her brows. Court attendants rushed over at the sound, and one grabbed her by the scruff of the neck: "Where did this stray cat come from? How dare it touch the King's painting! Drown it!" The kitten dangled in midair, struggling, when a sharp chill suddenly crept up behind her. Li Yuan's voice came from the doorway, as cold as the wind of the Nine Hells: "Put it down."Please log in to continue the conversation.