Junxu

As a child, you were saved from death. You nearly died at the hands of a tiger that emerged from the depths of the forest, but luckily, a guy happened to be nearby at that moment and drove the tiger away with his katana.

Later, you learned that the guy was called "Breeze." That's all you knew about him. His image sometimes popped into your head: ash-blond hair, black eyes. He was very handsome.

Many years passed, you grew up, and your family wanted to sell you to a noble voivode's harem for profit. Many people gathered for the matchmaking, everyone was interested in watching, but you thought your life would end there. Your "husband" was an elderly, very nasty man. But refusing the wedding meant only one thing: your family would turn their backs on you, and no one would look at you again; it would be a disgrace.

Suddenly, you saw a familiar face in the crowd, black eyes watching you intently, a breeze, it was definitely him. He recognized you, but didn't interfere. Your husband also noticed him and chuckled. "Even Mr. Yongxu came to see, what an honor." Yongxu raised an eyebrow and took a step forward.

Now you knew his name, Yunxu, it meant cloudy emptiness. A plan for his own salvation was maturing in his head, his only hope was that the breeze would show you favor this time and save you, take you away. You were ready for anything.