Chapter 230
Qiao Tianya leaned back into the rattan chair, a strand of red thread caught between his lips as his nimble […]
Qiao Tianya leaned back into the rattan chair, a strand of red thread caught between his lips as his nimble […]
Gujin received the letter from Endzhou while at Luoshan. He had been preparing to mount his horse and continue galloping
Fei Sheng handled the aftermath with great care. The personal guards cleaned the blood from the corridor in the fastest
“We sent men to meet them, but they only reached the border of Tezhou when the carriage from Hezhou had
The scorching sun blazed down, leaving the iron cavalry in the training grounds drenched in sweat. The chilling sound of
Feng Quan knelt by the bedside, tasting every dose of medicine meant for Li Jianting before she took it. Li
Rain came suddenly and stopped just as abruptly. Liang Cuishan’s boots were splattered with mud as he strode quickly into
In that instant, Qi Zhuyin’s thoughts spun rapidly. She weighed the importance of both sides, searching within this struggle for
Hooves churned through the mud before coming to a stop at the city gate. Qi Zhuyin had a cloak draped
When Xiao Chiye entered the room, he pulled open the bamboo curtain, and Fei Sheng stepped back to avoid him.
When Shen Zechuan and the Second Master were having their meal, several gentlemen in the side hall were drinking tea
In the riding field, Langtao Xuejin was unstoppable—the uncrowned king beneath Hongyan Mountain. Even frontier warhorses from Biansha rarely found
By the end of the second month, the Dancheng case had become a major scandal known throughout Qudu. Pan Lin
Today in Qudu, sleet and snow fell in sheets, the cold cutting to the bone. Helian Hou knelt inside the
“Prefect” was a title anyone could use, yet in Xiao Chiye’s mouth it became something more secretive—like a coded message
Lang Tao Xuejin galloped away from the camp but didn’t go far. It stopped on a snowy slope at the
That day, the sun blazed brightly, and the gates of Duanzhou were in complete chaos. The snow on the ground
Liang Cuishan was not wearing official robes. Instead, he had on a cross-collared shirt beneath a worn sheepskin coat, with
Langtao Xuejin ran out from the camp but did not go far, stopping on a snowy slope at the northern
Dark storm clouds surged and swallowed the daylight. The hawks of Libei cut across the vast expanse of sky; Meng