Protecting Our Villain Script

Ever since parting with Li Huai at the gate of the Imperial City Directorate, Meng Xizhao had not seen him […]

Inside the courtyard, Cui Ye still held Meng Xizhao’s wrist. “Why are you running?” Meng Xizhao, flustered, pointed toward the

The Yue Kingdom occupied an awkward position. It wasn’t strong enough to dominate other states, yet it wasn’t weak enough

Hearing this, Zhan Buxiu instinctively clenched his fists. “What I do is none of your business,” he said. Meng Xizhao

The emperor wasn’t particularly shocked—just dazed. Meng Xizhao’s tears were so childlike. Unlike ministers who cried to show loyalty, or

With the tight finances eased, Meng Xizhao cheerfully headed out to the wine house to eat. Since that day, every

The Third Prince had no intention of waiting for his father to finish, so he left without hesitation. Meng Xizhao,

The emperor had intended to step forward immediately, but before doing so, he suddenly remembered that today’s guide was not

Buxuntian had become famous. With such strict entry requirements, the other taverns on Baihua Street had initially waited eagerly to

Now Cui Ye understood why they had to sneak in. The left and right sides of the entrance were filled

The day before the restaurant’s opening, Meng Jiuyu hurried back from the palace. Seeing that he looked far more serious

Sang Fanyu’s entire persona had been personally crafted by Meng Xizhao. Her identity as a courtesan leader gave her many

By the time Meng Xizhao rushed to the Imperial City Office, Zhan Buxiu was being pinned to the ground by

The two men looked at one another. Neither spoke first. Overhead, a crow flew past, tilting its head curiously at

How could this happen? Those four words were all that remained in Meng Xizhao’s mind. He had already been avoiding

The news of a man running naked through the streets due to hysteria spread quickly through the city. Even Lady

Deng Qin was thirty-five this year. He had passed the provincial exam at sixteen, making a big splash, but for

That evening, at dinner, Meng Xizhao made a startling declaration: “Father, Mother, do we have a shop on Baihua Street?

Meng Xizhao regretted it. How had this young man grown so heavy? At first, it was a little weight; soon,

That evening, the Meng family learned that the Ningyuan Marquis had brought Fu Jicai over. They asked Meng Xizhao. He