chinese novel
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“I hope you’re feeling better now, He Lian…” Lingshan. Towering above the clouds like an unshakeable shadow. Xing Shuishui looked up, seeing the tall mountain through the clouds. A waterfall cascaded down its face, mist spreading everywhere, refracting light that from afar looked like stars embracing the moon. Great land. How has this broken place…
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The door opened, and light flowed in from outside. Apricot blossoms fluttered, brushing against the robes of the young man at the door, who stepped inside alongside Lu Xian and Luo Lingyu. The woman sitting on the brocade couch inside the room suddenly turned her gaze to the door, where Lu Yun stood. Against the…
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Xing Shuishui snapped back to reality and stuffed the pomegranate He Liansheng had peeled into her mouth. The juice made her tongue curl from its tartness. He Liansheng moved the bowl of pomegranates away and said harshly, “My food.” “Stop being lazy,” the young man stared at her, “Xing Shuishui.” This meant… no work, no…
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Among the young ladies visiting the Lu family, Luo Lingyu, who came from the poorest background, was still a daughter of a fallen noble family. The other visiting ladies came from families with stronger influence. There was a natural barrier between the nobility and the commoners, and maintaining long-term relationships among the nobility required constant…
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Lingshan people drew attention wherever they went. Li Guanyu and Li Guanxing led their prisoner forward, the group barely exchanging words until they reached the city gates. Shang Guanyue glanced toward Huayulou. Many in the crowd were curious about her appearance but were quickly driven back by Guan Mulan’s stern gaze. Upon hearing Lingshan people…
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Unlike her sister’s bright and clear beauty, Luo Yunhuan is just a nine-year-old girl with a round face, double buns, and a delicate, snow-like appearance. Early in the morning, the little girl ran to Qing Yuan to stand up for her sister. Despite being small and not even reaching an adult’s waist, she dared to…
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When the autumn sparrow chirped three times, He Liansheng woke up. He pressed his throbbing forehead as he sat up in bed, vaguely seeing a figure outside his curtain. His first thought was to call out for Xing Shuishui. But sensing the person’s aura, He Liansheng’s eyes narrowed as his fingers touched the Taoyuan sword.…
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The night was dark, and the small boat drifted along the stream. The oar rested on the side of the boat, creating ripples in the water. This tiny boat, usually used for leisurely outings, could only seat two people. Lu Yun sat on the side closer to the shore, where the pine and cypress trees…
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Xing Shuishui approached He Liansheng’s bed. In his unconscious state, he lacked his usual fierce demeanor. His eyes were tightly shut, lips pale, with an undissolvable gloom between his brows. He wore clean clothes that carried a faint woody scent. Xing Shuishui observed him for a moment, tentatively calling his name several times. No response.…
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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…