Chapter 1
“Prince Jianxing Shen Wei was defeated at the Chashi River in the northeast. The Dunzhou line immediately collapsed, and thirty […]
A debauched, good-for-nothing dandy gong versus a beautiful, vengeful shou.
A vicious dog versus a mad hound.
The six prefectures of Zhongbo are handed over to foreign enemies. Shen Zechuan is escorted to the capital under arrest, reduced to a drowned dog that everyone feels entitled to kick. Xiao Chiye catches the scent and, instead of letting others do it, personally kicks Shen Zechuan until he becomes a sickly wreck. Who would have thought that this so-called invalid would turn around and bite back, tearing Xiao Chiye bloody? From that moment on, the two form a deep-seated feud—whenever they meet, they tear into each other without fail.
“Fate demands that I spend my life guarding this place, but this was never the road I chose. Yellow sands have buried my brothers’ limbs. I no longer wish to submit to an empty destiny. An imperial decree cannot save my soldiers; the court cannot feed my horses. I refuse to give my life for this again. I will cross that mountain. I will fight one battle—for myself.”
One-on-one. Happy ending. Happy ending. Happy ending.
Warnings:
Main pairing: Xiao Chiye x Shen Zechuan (Xiao is the gong, Shen is the shou).
There is a yuri subplot, and it involves important characters.
The gong is even more of a bastard than the older brothers in the author’s previous works.
The author claims to be a no-skill demon king, practicing pacing.
“Prince Jianxing Shen Wei was defeated at the Chashi River in the northeast. The Dunzhou line immediately collapsed, and thirty […]
The lights in the Imperial Prison were dim and ashen. Shen Zechuan’s hands and feet were icy cold, and he
Pan Rugui strode swiftly toward the Endcheng Gate, with the imperial guards lined up on either side, silent as the
The soles of war boots crunched over the snow as they circled to Shen Zechuan’s side. The newcomer nudged Shen
The medicinal decoction soaked through Shen Zhechuan’s robe, dripping down the corners of his mouth. The physician wiped his forehead
The day Shen Zechuan was brought into the Zhaozui Temple, Qu Du was graced with rare clear weather. Snow blanketed
Qi Taifu choked back his words, withdrawing his hand and turning away from Shen Zechuan. Confined here for twenty years,
The palace guards waited their turn, each shivering and huddling against the cold. The Qu Du Imperial Guards had originally
Since the end of the year, the streets of Qu Du had been bustling with people wearing “Nao’e” decorations cut
Xiao Jiming pulled his cloak tight under the lantern light. Chaohui stayed behind him, saying, “By now, it should be
Shen Zechuan’s shackles had been removed, and he flexed his wrists while Xiao Qi kept chattering complaints. Ji Gang, pushing
In the eighth year of Emperor Xiande’s reign, it was the height of summer. Wang Xian, the head clerk of
Xiao Chiye didn’t look at Li Jianheng. He slowly adjusted the tea lid with his fingers and said, “Patience.” Li
Shen Zechuan was led inside and knelt outside the curtain. The Xian De Emperor was half propped against the headboard,
The next day, Shen Zechuan was to go to the Jinyiwei to receive his official post. Just then, Xi Guan’an’s
Later in the day, the wind rose, and the rain began to fall. Xiao Chiye spurred his horse through the
Late at night, the Empress Dowager put on her robe and, from behind the curtains, asked, “What’s all the noise?”
Xiao Chiye had kept a low profile for half a month, and finally received a reply from Ji Lei—his request
The customs of summer nights hung heavy; the moon dangled among the green treetops. Xiao Chiye, strong and robust, grew
“I’m so wronged,” Shen Zechuan said. “Now, if anything goes awry, it’s bound to be blamed on me, Shen Lanzhou.”