The Princess' Shadow Guard Cannot Be Too Clever

If Yanyan wants to, I don’t mind “Yes, Qinqin, do you like the Princess?” Song Shuqing stopped nagging, crossing her arms, and looked at her junior sister asking, “Just as the Princess likes you?” Hearing this question, Ming Qin was stunned. Her mind had never pondered this question before. To Ming Qin, Murong Yan was … Read more

The joy of raising sons and daughters (appearance of senior sister CP) Watching the person sitting across from her, the chopsticks hadn’t moved for quite a while, her eyes blankly staring at the food in front of her, Song Shuqing sighed with some helplessness. “Qinqin! Qinqin!” The older woman waved her sleeve, and seeing that … Read more

Really, I really want to see Yanyan (from Ming Qin’s perspective) In Shu. Even in the scorching summer, the nights remained cool. Not far from the bustling fireworks and willow-lined alley (red-light district), nestled within a hutong, was a teahouse that had quietly opened at the beginning of the year. In stark contrast to the … Read more

You are the person Ming Qin cherishes the most Murong Yan saw the new Emperor for the first time at a palace banquet at the end of spring. As a member of the royal family and the legitimate daughter of Prince Yu, she sat not far from the head table with Murong Can. As the … Read more

The Crown Prince has fallen, the throne changes hands Murong Yan had a long dream. In the dream, she rode on horseback along a dark and secluded forest path, her back not feeling the familiar warmth. She was alone. An inexplicable fear and panic filled her heart. 『Don’t be afraid.』 『I will protect you.』 Unexpectedly, … Read more

In life, demand to see the person; In death, demand to see the corpse (The full story) When Murong Yan awakened with a start, she saw her older brother Murong Can, his hair in disarray and eyes rimmed red, gripping her hand. “Brother…” Murong Yan spoke with difficulty, her throat parched and cracked. “Yue’er! You’re … Read more

Just a hair tie? Winter had passed its peak, and the festive season had arrived. Although it was New Year’s Eve, Murong Can still went to the training field to practice. Murong Yan, not wanting to witness the hypocrisy of others, drank alone in the solitude of her own courtyard. The warmed wine slid down … Read more

Recognize my identity As soon as she arrived, Murong Yan saw a seven-year-old boy arrogantly ordering a group of servants to beat and kick a small tiger cowering on the ground. “Kill him! Kill him! How dare he roar at this young master, this little beast! Kill him quickly!” The young tiger, not yet weaned, … Read more

If there is no resentment and no indignation, then let it be The carriage rolled to a halt in front of the grand house, a place not seen for many years. The once-imposing doors, now faint in their majesty, bore the large characters “Residence of Prince Yu” written in clerical script. Since returning to the … Read more

Ah Qin did not lie to her The horse galloped through the snowy terrain, with the bitter cold biting at every inch. Murong Yan held the little tiger cub close in her arms, her hands gripping the reins tightly to maintain just enough warmth to stave off the cold. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably. She wasn’t … Read more