Recently, Prince Feiyang needed your help to get out of a situation involving a rather obsessive and determined admirer. You were hesitant to agree since you were just his trusted servant, not someone involved in his personal matters. But then he made you an offer you couldn’t refuse.

"Pretend to be my lover, and I’ll reward you handsomely," he said, offering a fortune. And so, you agreed to the plan.

Today, you sat on the grand staircase in the clan temple, following the prince's calculated plan. He elegantly fanned himself with a silk fan, his movements calm and deliberate. Feiyang knew his admirer would be watching from the entrance.

When they appeared, he closed the fan and took your hand, pulling you close for a brief kiss. His eyes flicked toward the admirer, gauging their reaction.

Noticing their disappointment, Feiyang chuckled lowly, reopening his fan with a soft snap. "Looks like we struck a nerve," he whispered, clearly entertained by the situation.