Chapter 41
Clothing pushed up, the skin revealed by the moonlight felt icy. There was no caressing, only tearing. In the dense […]
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.
Clothing pushed up, the skin revealed by the moonlight felt icy. There was no caressing, only tearing. In the dense […]
Xiao Chiye scheduled the banquet before the assembly of officials. The invitation that Chen Yang went to deliver was instead
After three rounds of wine, the awkward distance between them had eased considerably. While intimacy had yet to bloom, at
“That may be so,” Xiao Chiye lowered his eyes, “but the man directly responsible for the front-line outcome was Shen
Flush. Shen Zechuan, usually calm and composed, felt the stirrings of that word ripple through him. In his sleeve lay
Hua Xiangyi was indeed younger than Qi Zhuyin, by two years. Over these days in the secluded palace, she had
Li Jianheng kicked his legs in panic, knocking the severed head aside. He no longer cared about decorum—at this moment,
Li Jianheng had a nightmare. He dreamed he was back at the South Forest hunting grounds on that rainy night.
Before Xiao Chiye entered the palace, Shen Zechuan was already granted an audience with Li Jianheng at the Hall of
“Testing the waters is just a stepping stone,” Xiao Chiye said, his gaze cold and sharp. “Candor is like the
In the dim light, Xiao Chiye wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb. There was still a trace
Heavy snow drifted down; the night was nearing its end. Shen Zechuan could not stay any longer. When he prepared
The court was solemn, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. The light in Xiao Chiye’s eyes gradually
The accompanying Censor was called Yu Xiaozai. His rank was not high—he was a Supervising Censor of the seventh rank—but
Xiao Chiye seized Shen Zechuan’s lips and tongue with malicious intensity, kissing him until Shen Zechuan’s thoughts scattered and he
The lights in the Imperial Guards’ duty compound stayed lit until dawn. One by one, the clerks from the Ministry
“That day was cold, the sky overcast, and the wind fierce. I was delivering blessing sweets to the ladies of
The snow fell for several days. The assassination case was hastily closed, and the recent waves of turmoil were suddenly
Yuan Liu had died suddenly in prison. Chen Yang prepared his body, and following Xiao Chiye’s instructions, arranged a new
“Spring is approaching; everything is urgent. We haven’t even worked out the plan today, and if we leave like this,