I Kept a Prince Alive with a Run-Down Shop

In the dead of night, on the wilderness outside Baishui Pass, the sound of war drums abruptly tore through the

The winds of the northern frontier made the heavy curtains of the central military tent flap violently. Before the desk,

When Lan Ningcheng went to Prince Yi’s bedchamber as usual that morning, he found it empty. Today was Xiao Ying’s

The battlefield first began to take shape in Su Mucheng’s mind in the form of sound. Not the clang of

Deep inside the archives in the central courtyard of the Imperial Clan Court, the air was thick with the scent

Helian Cang stood before the enormous sand table, his brows knitted tightly. On the sand table, the little red flags

Several months ago, at a drinking party, Li Ziao had met Lord Yuexi for the first time. That evening, Lord

“Creak—” The carved wooden door was gently pushed open. Xiao Ying entered first, with Lan Ningcheng following close behind. Xiao

The discussion came to an end. Lan Ningcheng understood the look Xiao Ying gave him and silently bowed before withdrawing

The war in the third month had quietly entered the middle of its second month. Only a month and a

The main hall of the Marquis of Jingbei’s residence. There was no invocation of family punishment, nor any thunderous outburst

When Lord Yuexi returned from Shuyu Pavilion to Prince Yi’s residence, the sky had already been painted in gorgeous shades

Xiao Ying returned to Prince Yi’s residence at dusk, carrying the fading colors of the evening with him after finishing

On the walls of Duanyun Fortress, Chimu Khan rested his hand on the saber at his waist, his gaze fixed

Duan Yun Fortress, East Wall. The heavy siege crossbows of the Great Sheng army roared without pause, precisely suppressing the

The sky had not yet fully brightened, and a thin mist shrouded the streets outside Prince Yi’s residence. Li Ziao

Night had fallen deep, and candlelight flickered in the study of the Jingbei Marquis’s residence. Li Zihe rubbed his aching

Lord Yuexi listened in silence, and his thoughts drifted involuntarily back to that year. Memories that had long since grown

Before leaving Yanchi Crossing, Helian Cang had already mentally dissected the clues gathered from all sides countless times. Inside the

The study at Wangchen Cove was as quiet as ever. Spring morning sunlight streamed through the half-open lattice windows, falling