Protecting Our Villain Script

Hearing this, Zhan Buxiu instinctively clenched his fists. “What I do is none of your business,” he said. Meng Xizhao […]

The Yue Kingdom occupied an awkward position. It wasn’t strong enough to dominate other states, yet it wasn’t weak enough

Inside the courtyard, Cui Ye still held Meng Xizhao’s wrist. “Why are you running?” Meng Xizhao, flustered, pointed toward the

Ever since parting with Li Huai at the gate of the Imperial City Directorate, Meng Xizhao had not seen him

The Crown Prince had not exchanged letters with the Xie family for more than a year. In fact, none of

When he woke the first time, Meng Xizhao was not in good spirits, so he quickly fell asleep again. It

The twenty acres of land granted to Meng Xizhao by Emperor Tianshou were indeed fertile. The terrain was high, with

Meng Xizhao suddenly realized he might have missed some information. The panic gradually faded from his face. Blinking, he raised

The news of the fall into the water did not spread through the streets—Meng Xizhao’s luck had held. Some had

Imperial horses were faster than those of the Ministry of Rites. Within half an hour, they reached Jiming Mountain. Entering

Zhan Buxiu was busier than him. After putting the men down and giving a few more instructions, he rode off.

This place was already very close to Bu Xun Tian. It was only about two hundred meters away on foot.

… “Meng Xizhao.” Hearing Emperor Tianshou call his name, Meng Xizhao felt—without exaggeration—a jolt of electricity shoot from his back

Since the day Emperor Tianshou had ejected him from the palace, Ding Chun had never returned. It seemed as if

The Xiongnu immediately made their request, and the emperor readily agreed. He didn’t, however, directly announce that the Chuguo Princess

Darting left and right, Meng Xizhao almost climbed onto the beams to escape. Finally, he convinced Meng Jiuyu that this

Meng Xizhao quickly made his way to the woodshed. Burglaries weren’t usually something worth making a fuss over, but happening

By the time Meng Xizhao left the imperial palace, two hours had already passed. The Double Ninth Festival had only

At this time, the Yellow River was not yet called the Yellow River. Later records said that in ancient times

All of these stories… Of course, were compiled by Meng Xizhao himself. He narrated them, and Jin Zhu copied them.