Yu Wu

Chonghua had produced two young and accomplished military commanders. The two were as distinct as the boundary between river waters—like […]

At dusk, fine snow began drifting across Chonghua’s borderlands. A thin layer of immaculate white gradually blanketed the ground. Wagon

Not long after Mo Xi received the confidential letter from the capital, news of Gu Mang’s imminent return was finally

In the blink of an eye, the Northern Border Army had completed two full years guarding the frontier. By the

The next day, the army returned in triumph. The whole city buzzed with excitement; men, women, young, and old lined

As if in a dream, Mo Xi turned his head and saw a familiar figure. Beneath the tung blossoms on

There was a client. In an instant, Mo Xi was furious beyond reason—sick with disgust. A surge of hot rage

If time could turn back three days, and someone had smugly whispered to Mo Xi, Hehehe, Xihe-jun, let me tell

What was going on…? Why was it empty? It was like someone had poured a ladle of ice water into

Mo Xi stared at the sachet for a long while. Rage surged in his chest as he slowly forced out

Mo Xi wished he could kick him to death with one blow. But since he couldn’t let the man see

Li Wei felt that being steward to someone as contradictory as Commander Mo was utterly exhausting. If time could reverse,

“Put it on yourself.” Murong Lian waved his hand. “What, do I have to beg you to do it, ‘Young

“Eh? Only calling Gu Mang? Lord Wangshu, you should bring more people.” Someone casually mocked without restraint. “Xi He and

Gu Mang was brought up by the steward. A chain lock was fastened around his neck, clinking all the way

“What—what is this, Lord Xihe…?” The way Mo Xi ground his teeth showed clearly on his pale face. Handsome as

Blood dripped down, one drop at a time. Murong Lian clutched his shoulder. The silk fabric of his robe was

Li Wei froze. “What?” Mo Xi still did not raise his eyes. His deep-set brows and eyes remained hidden beneath

Rustle, rustle. Outside the Plum Blossom Separate Residence, low-ranking cultivators were sweeping fallen tung leaves off the white jade-green stone

Gu Mang stared blankly at this person. Hesitation and vigilance, confusion and bewilderment all passed through his eyes like a