Bring In the Wine

Xiao Chiye seemed to have already forgotten last night’s lapse. He spurred his horse through the main streets, earning a […]

Shen Zechuan said, “Oh.” Xiao Chiye did not get the response he had expected. He turned back to look at

After the new emperor ascended the throne, autumn rain fell without pause over Que Capital. Old roof tiles were blackened,

Shen Zechuan smiled faintly. “It’s not some earth-shattering secret… Farewell, then.” “Why not hear the whole story?” Xiao Chiye said,

Wei Bin walked nervously, her steps hesitant. The surrounding palace walls were unfamiliar, and fear pricked at her. “Eunuch, why

Footsteps trampled chaotically through the underbrush. The dog seemed to have caught a scent, pawing at the leaves and branches.

Lightning cracked across the sky, thunder roaring as sheets of rain poured down. Qiao Tianya stood, handing the recovered blade

A fierce wind swept through the hunting ground’s grasslands. At the moment the fire flickered, the clash of blades rang

At dawn the next day, Emperor Xiande took his place at the main grounds of the autumn hunt. His body

In October, several rains had fallen over the capital, and the maple trees of Maple Mountain had turned red. By

“I’m so wronged,” Shen Zechuan said. “Now, if anything goes awry, it’s bound to be blamed on me, Shen Lanzhou.”

The customs of summer nights hung heavy; the moon dangled among the green treetops. Xiao Chiye, strong and robust, grew

Xiao Chiye had kept a low profile for half a month, and finally received a reply from Ji Lei—his request

Late at night, the Empress Dowager put on her robe and, from behind the curtains, asked, “What’s all the noise?”

Later in the day, the wind rose, and the rain began to fall. Xiao Chiye spurred his horse through the

The next day, Shen Zechuan was to go to the Jinyiwei to receive his official post. Just then, Xi Guan’an’s

Shen Zechuan was led inside and knelt outside the curtain. The Xian De Emperor was half propped against the headboard,

Xiao Chiye didn’t look at Li Jianheng. He slowly adjusted the tea lid with his fingers and said, “Patience.” Li

In the eighth year of Emperor Xiande’s reign, it was the height of summer. Wang Xian, the head clerk of

Shen Zechuan’s shackles had been removed, and he flexed his wrists while Xiao Qi kept chattering complaints. Ji Gang, pushing