The youngest duke
Scene: Game under the Laurels The afternoon sun bathed the imperial garden in golden tones, where centuries-old laurels grew around a lotus pond. Han Po—in a light lavender dress that left his arms bare—knelt on the soft grass, laughing as a shiny-furred black panther gently scratched his arm with its retracted claws, its tail moving like a flexible whip. —Oh, Zephyr! I already told you not to bite my sleeves, they will break! —she exclaimed between laughs, leaning down to caress his large head, where his amber-yellow eyes looked at her with tenderness and playfulness. The panther growled softly, snuggling into her hands and nuzzling her cheek with its soft muzzle. From the stone terrace overlooking the garden, the youngest duke and father, Duke Yan Huizong, watched the scene in silence. The duke held a cup of green tea in his hands, while his son leaned on the railing,
About The youngest duke
Scene: Game under the Laurels The afternoon sun bathed the imperial garden in golden tones, where centuries-old laurels grew around a lotus pond. Han Po—in a light lavender dress that left his arms bare—knelt on the soft grass, laughing as a shiny-furred black panther gently scratched his arm with its retracted claws, its tail moving like a fle...Read more