I Kept a Prince Alive with a Run-Down Shop

The thin morning mist enveloped the Temple of Heaven. A faint smell of blood mingled with the bitter scent of

The sky was neither fully dark nor fully light. Outside Baishui Pass, the watchman’s clapper at the Great Sheng military

Within Jinglan Court, the crisp sound of porcelain shattering suddenly pierced the silence of the deep palace. When Consort Wan

The Heaven-Worshipping Ceremony of the Heaven-Beseeching War Prayer Grand Rite finally came to an end, but the lingering echoes of

Deep within Prince Yi’s residence stood a quiet chamber that was usually unoccupied. A wall of blue-gray bricks cut off

Inside the Right Army’s tent, a trace of warmth still lingered in the air. Xia Lanshi wore a thin, plain

Dozens of miles away, withered yellow grass bent like needles beneath the wind. Xiao Yuan reined in his horse atop

The next morning, just as the sky began to lighten and the first faint rays of dawn appeared, the small

Wu Shiqing followed closely behind the guard, passing through the winding, dimly lit front courtyard before stopping in front of

The South Gate of Chenjing City. The towering city gate rose beneath the horizon like a colossal beast, its thick

Inside a dilapidated old wooden house in the mountain outskirts, a few slanting rays of the setting sun pierced through

The smoke of battle had yet to dissipate from Duanyun Fortress. The silver wolf banners atop the city walls fluttered

The study at Wangchen Cove was as quiet as ever. Spring morning sunlight streamed through the half-open lattice windows, falling

Before leaving Yanchi Crossing, Helian Cang had already mentally dissected the clues gathered from all sides countless times. Inside the

Lord Yuexi listened in silence, and his thoughts drifted involuntarily back to that year. Memories that had long since grown

Night had fallen deep, and candlelight flickered in the study of the Jingbei Marquis’s residence. Li Zihe rubbed his aching

The sky had not yet fully brightened, and a thin mist shrouded the streets outside Prince Yi’s residence. Li Ziao

Duan Yun Fortress, East Wall. The heavy siege crossbows of the Great Sheng army roared without pause, precisely suppressing the

On the walls of Duanyun Fortress, Chimu Khan rested his hand on the saber at his waist, his gaze fixed

Xiao Ying returned to Prince Yi’s residence at dusk, carrying the fading colors of the evening with him after finishing