Author name: sutekisteak

Deep inside the archives in the central courtyard of the Imperial Clan Court, the air was thick with the scent

The battlefield first began to take shape in Su Mucheng’s mind in the form of sound. Not the clang of

When Lan Ningcheng went to Prince Yi’s bedchamber as usual that morning, he found it empty. Today was Xiao Ying’s

The winds of the northern frontier made the heavy curtains of the central military tent flap violently. Before the desk,

In the dead of night, on the wilderness outside Baishui Pass, the sound of war drums abruptly tore through the

The wind sweeping across Wild Goose Return Plain carried the grit unique to the northern frontier wastelands, scraping against the

After a night of revelry, drinking and carousing to his heart’s content, Xiao Ying successfully managed to give himself a