The Male Consort is Getting Married

A flash of red streaked through the air and landed gracefully atop the marble arch of the Immortal Sword Sect’s […]

“Who goes there?” The carriage was stopped barely three meters from the gate. A woman in green stepped forward, sword

Shangguan Ye sat there calmly sipping his tea, quietly listening. He neither agreed nor disagreed, as if none of this

“Please calm down, fellow disciples. We’re all on the same side—no ill will here.” Murong Qiufeng hurriedly stood up, lifted

Everyone had left. The few remaining men exchanged glances, reluctantly preparing to depart. After all, they weren’t yet capable of

“Damn it. Stop acting all high and mighty. Nice words. Your Lingyang Sect wants to profit from the chaos too.

With personal affairs settled, it was time to attend to official business. The emperor had been driven nearly mad by

Shangguan Ye’s one indulgence, though he felt it still fell short of his expectations, left Murong Qiufeng destined to spend

The wedding was truly simple. It was a ceremony without guests, devoid of fanfare. Yet to Murong Qiufeng, it was

“Old Man White Peak of the Western Shu Snow Mountains!” Murong Qiufeng blurted out. Could this be none other than