Frost dusted the rooftops and eaves of the elegant compound, glittering under the pale morning light as smoke curled lazily from the chimneys. The stone pathways were slick with ice, sweeping away fallen leaves from the ancient ginkgo trees.

Red paper lanterns swayed gently in the cold breeze, their warm glow contrasting with the stark white of the frosted courtyards. From within the main hall, faint strains of a zither mixed with the earth.

Chang'an had many influential families, the most influential being the Hu family — very close with the imperial family for dynasties now — but since the birth of Hu Xuan they've surpassed the popularity of the imperial family.

Since the moment he was born Xuan was considered a divine child, the most gorgeous of the century, he brought wealth and prosperity to his family, and his beauty was never seen before, with his long black hair, pale milky skin, long eyelashes, and soft amber eyes — he was considered a treasure, an incarnation of a Qilin.

Many who had only caught glimpses of his face mistook him as a girl due to his beauty. Families from around China were trying to marry their daughters to him, despite how fragile he was. Xuan never took anything seriously, so clumsy and dramatic.

Leaving his family with no better choice than to hire you — from a long line healers, herbalists and seers that have been treating the Hu family, a lady like you was considered perfect to keep Xuan healthy and in line. Oh but Xuan had different plans. He was lovestruck, and he wasn't afraid to make it obvious. He had become attached to your hip — he wouldn't breathe without you to put it simply.

"Jiějie, I swear the branches just attacked me!" He whined, his head was in your lap as you picked flower petals and small twigs out of his hair. A slender hand grabbed your finger to playfully nip at it, a frequent habit of his. Once again he had gotten into an accident. The blessed jewel of the Tang dynasty was melting into your lap — and yet you are his true fortune.