Bring In the Wine

Around the hour of Yin, rain suddenly began to fall. Chen Yang was washing up in the hall, finishing his […]

Li Jianheng never spoke of his birth mother—she was his nightmare. Lady Le, his mother, held no rank among the

Xi Hongxuan trembled, retching, his face ghostly pale. Seeing the situation, Han Jin quickly waded through the water to intercept

The cloak was too large, slipping down his shoulders. Shen Zechuan caught it, enveloped in warmth, immersed completely in Xiao

Rain beads leapt wildly, splattering mud everywhere. People hurried in and out of Zhaozui Temple. A rain canopy had already

The imperial palace was under strict lockdown. Hai Liangyi and the other senior ministers were arranged by the Empress Dowager

Shen Zechuan was a little dazed, his palm itching where Xiao Chiye’s stubble brushed against it. He looked at Xiao

“What kind do you like?” Shen Zechuan narrowed his eyes slightly under the pinch. It was hard to tell whether

Li Jianheng lay unconscious for several days, plagued by chaotic nightmares, muttering nonsense that no one could clearly understand. Mu

Zhaozui Temple received the imperial decree in great haste. Xiao Chiye and Shen Zechuan were both without their official robes,

The atmosphere was murderous, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Xi Hongxuan braced a hand on the armrest.

Xi Hongxuan spoke with such certainty that Shen Zechuan could not help but look at him anew. Yet Xi Hongxuan

Xiao Chiye refused to accept the edict. Fu Man dared not press him too hard and hurried back to the

Spring was the season for planting mulberry and hemp, and the second lunar month was critical. Reports poured in from

Yu Xiaozai was about to crouch, gathering up his robe, when Xiao Chiye knocked over his wine cup. Han Cheng,

The night’s rain had just ceased, leaving a lingering warmth and damp intimacy between the bedding. The hot springs had

Pan Xiangjie was suspended from office pending investigation and had been struck with the rod, lying at home in a

Pan Lin sat by the window, his mood heavy, after changing his clothes. Fei Shi, feeling guilty, took a seat

The Kai Ling River was alive with the noise of people. Xue Xiuyi sat cross-legged on a couch, picking at

This particular sparring had dragged on longer than usual, pushing their satisfaction ever further, leaving them craving more after having