chinese novel
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The evening wind blew fiercely, and the cool moonlight filled the corridor. Lingyu and several other maids stood at the other end of the corridor, holding lanterns. They were surprised to see Lu Yun, the third young master, walking up from the direction of the lake behind the bushes. He approached the young lady whose…
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Bloody footprints stretched along the path. Her footsteps echoed through Huayu Tower. There were no others, no guards. It was as if everything here had been emptied, leaving only a vacant building. Bang— Xing Shuishui turned around. The door had closed at some point. It was already dark here, and with the door shut, only…
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When Luo Lingyu looked closely again, she saw the shadows of sparse bamboo by the window. The wind rustled, blowing the curtains and letting in a chill. Behind the green window curtains, there was no trace of anyone. It was as if the pair of peach-blossom eyes she had seen earlier were just a dream.…
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The forest grew darker and colder. As they went deeper, the wild grass had grown as tall as a person. Everyone felt confused that they hadn’t encountered any spirits or evil beings yet. With her jade bracelet, Xing Shuishui felt braver. She pushed aside some intertwined black vines and paused at what she saw. “Sister…
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Prince Chen, Liu Chu, stood up from the cushioned seat, his dark eyes calm and quiet as he watched Lu Yun’s personal maid, Jinyue, and several other maids take neatly folded, soft clothes from the incense burner to help Lu Yun change. Lu Yun, recovering from an injury at home, had been casually draped in…
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At the Mu family residence, in Mu Xianguang’s courtyard. At eight in the morning, the fragrance of sandalwood drifted through the pearl curtains. When Mu Yining arrived, a servant was carrying out untouched dishes. Seeing her, he stepped aside and bowed slightly. Mu Yining lifted the pearl curtain and entered. Inside was dim and smoky.…
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Nothing major happened afterwards, except for the Huayu Tower’s city-wide search for thieves that eventually faded away. The matchmaking conference date drew near. He Liansheng was exceptionally vigilant, and Xing Shuishui still hadn’t found a chance to make her move. Taking the Spirit Suppression Tower safely seemed impossible unless He Liansheng was somehow injured to…
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The night was alive with the soft glow of lanterns hanging beneath the windows—sheep horn lanterns, red silk lanterns, and others. As the wind blew, the lanterns swayed, their metal frames clinking against each other, creating a rhythmic, tinkling sound. Behind several layers of blue and silver curtains, the sounds of music and laughter from…
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On the seventh floor. Xu En no longer had the energy to negotiate with the police, so Ming Dongheng pulled them aside. Bai Lian’s phone rang – this time it was a WeChat video call. Lansi. “Bai,” Lansi was wearing clothes made by Ji Heng while talking to Bai Lian. “One of my students was…
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In the Eighth District of Qingzhou, Xing Shuishui returned to the inn when it was already late. She felt uneasy, carefully checking her body for bloodstains before going upstairs. Killing Elder Baicang shouldn’t raise suspicions about her yet. Pretending to be human was useful precisely because it made her seem harmless. Besides, Huayu Tower had…