Chapter 101
The guest room in the southern courtyard was somewhat colder than the warm hall. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the […]
Su Muichen had always felt that his life was a joke.
His mother died young, his father despised him, and even his name had been chosen carelessly.
When he grew up, he relied on himself to get into medical school. After finally graduating, he was preparing to begin work at a hospital.
But then he suddenly received devastating news.
His father, stepmother, and younger half-brother had fled overseas to escape their debts, only to all die in a plane crash.
What they left him was not an inheritance, but tens of millions in debt.
And an ancestral run-down shop that was about to be auctioned off by the court—the Guichen Studio.
On the very first night after he took over the shop,a man dressed in ancient-style clothing, covered in blood and holding a long sword, suddenly broke into the store.
The man’s name was Xiao Yuan.
He came from a dynasty that did not exist anywhere in recorded history.
What Su Muichen did not know was—from this night onward,a transaction spanning a thousand years was about to change the fate of two worlds.
The guest room in the southern courtyard was somewhat colder than the warm hall. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the […]
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After the meeting dispersed, the door of the eastern side room of the main courtyard opened once again. Xiao Yuan
After donating blood, Su Ningning drove Su Muchen back to Guichen Studio from the hospital. By then, the ancient books
The night lamp quietly burned on the desk. Time passed second by second. The soft rustling of turning pages was
Next, Xiao Yuan reached out and picked up the neatly bound stack of the “Sheng Clan Fragment Translation” that Xiao
Xiao Yuan and Xia Lan-shi looked at him at the same time. The air in the room seemed to solidify,
The next morning. Su Muchen hurried back to Guichen Studio with the supply list that he and Xia Lanshi had
The morning light of the northern border fell upon the bluestone path in the eastern courtyard of the administrative residence,
At nine in the morning, Changning Alley, freshly washed by the heavy rain, still carried a faint damp chill. At
“Later, I want to go see Xiao,” Su Muchen said. “Okay. I’ll go with you.” As Xiao Yuan spoke, his
At daybreak, the morning wind in the northern borderlands still carried a bone-chilling cold. With Wei Mingchen’s assistance, Su Muchen
At midnight, the East Courtyard study of the Northern Frontier Administrative Office. The swaying lamplight cast uneven shadows across the
During the days Xia Lanshi was recuperating, however, the main room of the East Courtyard was anything but peaceful. There