chinese novel
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Inside the palace gates, outside the Grand Marshal’s gate were government offices where court officials worked daily. At the border between the South and North countries, there were occasional conflicts. Recently, the South had been losing battles. The court was busy, with various officials discussing war matters rather than enjoying their usual leisure. In a…
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Life has meaning in every stage. Jiang Fuli had always had clear plans for his life. His desire to show her the beautiful and mysterious side of the world was genuine, as was his wish to take her to see the snow mountains. Time stretches long, Jiang Fuli thought. He wasn’t someone who usually tried…
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Water droplets fell from her eyelashes. Xing Shuishui couldn’t identify her emotions as she turned her head and spoke calmly: “Haven’t you all known who that cultivator was?” The ghost officer smirked. It was deliberate. How could such an expression appear on this dead thing’s face? Xing Shuishui looked at He Liansheng and spoke hoarsely:…
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After a night of wind and rain, the next morning found the courtyard and stone steps covered in flower petals like a delicate carpet. The garden was filled with fragrance. Tree shadows swayed and fell, layer upon layer, reflecting on the bamboo blinds. In summer, amid the vibrant growth of all things, there was also…
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“The Hidden City exists in the mortal realm, eternally shrouded in mist and fog—truly a city of mist. Few know of it. It belongs to no country or immortal clan, governed by a single city lord who rarely interferes. Here, humans, ghosts, cultivators, and spirits coexist peacefully. Compared to your violent cultivation world, it’s a…
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Bai Lian was in Academician Ma’s laboratory yesterday. Today she didn’t go out. After her morning run and shower, she changed clothes. When Jiang Fuli came to find her, she was standing at her desk practicing calligraphy. In the study, she had all the traditional writing tools laid out. She wore a simple dark gray…
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After turning off the lights, Luo Lingyu finally learned that this glassware workshop belonged to Lu Yun. Crystal beads, cups, goblets, vases, pendants… they had everything. Since it wasn’t open to the public, all these glass items were simply displayed by category rather than stored away. Luo Lingyu was dazzled by the selection, liking them…
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The tunnel reeked of rotting corpses. Xing Shuishui held her nose, thinking she should quickly kill that old scoundrel and leave this wretched place. As she walked deeper, she encountered several fierce ghosts. Without a second glance, she raised her hand and burned them with separation fire. Another ghost foolishly approached. Xing Shuishui kicked it…
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The great hall borrowed Jiang Yin’s sound system. The sound was full, clear, and rich, with distinct layering of various instruments. The bass was maxed out. The experience was as immersive as listening to a master-level musical ensemble live. After the opening performance, even the dance troupe that performed second seemed lackluster. Not to mention…
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The servants knelt down in fear after overhearing something they shouldn’t have. They regretted following Lu Yun to find Prince Chen earlier, which led to discovering Prince Chen’s big secret. Liu Chu glanced at them, giving them a knowing look. Though Prince Chen’s eyes flashed coldly with killing intent, he held it back… Everyone sighed…