Bring In the Wine

When Xiao Chiye entered the room, he pulled open the bamboo curtain, and Fei Sheng stepped back to avoid him. […]

Hooves churned through the mud before coming to a stop at the city gate. Qi Zhuyin had a cloak draped

In that instant, Qi Zhuyin’s thoughts spun rapidly. She weighed the importance of both sides, searching within this struggle for

Rain came suddenly and stopped just as abruptly. Liang Cuishan’s boots were splattered with mud as he strode quickly into

Feng Quan knelt by the bedside, tasting every dose of medicine meant for Li Jianting before she took it. Li

The scorching sun blazed down, leaving the iron cavalry in the training grounds drenched in sweat. The chilling sound of

“We sent men to meet them, but they only reached the border of Tezhou when the carriage from Hezhou had

Fei Sheng handled the aftermath with great care. The personal guards cleaned the blood from the corridor in the fastest

Gujin received the letter from Endzhou while at Luoshan. He had been preparing to mount his horse and continue galloping

Qiao Tianya leaned back into the rattan chair, a strand of red thread caught between his lips as his nimble

When Pan Lin died, Li Jianting had just turned the corner from critical danger. The palace maids and eunuchs attending

“If I were Hason,” Xiao Chiye said, crouching down and sketching a rough map in the sand, “I’d strike Duanzhou.”

When Shen Zechuan returned to his room, the rain was still falling. Draped in a loose robe and barefoot, he

The rain tapped against the eaves, echoing Shen Zechuan’s thoughts. He could lay bare every shade of his desire before

Xiao Chiye said he wasn’t tired, yet he still fell asleep mid-murmur. The time he could rotate out to rest

Ji Gang had watched Shen Zechuan grow up. He had never hoped for him to become a marquis or a

The rain in the courtyard had stopped. Moonlight arrived late, leaving the room dim. Shen Zechuan’s lowered eyes were half-hidden

Rain pattered against the eaves as Xiao Chiye said he wasn’t tired—but he still drifted off mid-murmur. His time to

The rain in the courtyard had stopped, but the moonlight came late, leaving the room dim and muted. Shen Zechuan’s

The harrowing Cold Food Festival banquet finally came to an end, and Xue Xiuzhuo removed Han Cheng’s waist token. The