Editor: Areth Kyntaul
While Princess Hongzhuang came under attack by the mysterious three Indians, another five people were whispering behind Ming Feizhen’s back, … Read more
Editor: Areth Kyntaul
Princess Hongzhuang had been restrained and was being led to an unknown location by a group of boorish men. Her beautiful snow-white … Read more
Editor: Areth Kyntaul
They refused to speak, at first. However, after three of them turned into puff pastry and another four turned into Indian … Read more
Editor: Areth Kyntaul
The hawker was from the Central Plains. He didn’t get flustered when he saw me. Instead, he chuckled … Read more
Editor: Areth Kyntaul
The atmosphere became really awkward.
Princess Hongzhuang isn’t a girl of many words. My confession made her speak even … Read more
Editor: Areth Kyntaul
I stood at the agreed spot the morning the day after I had been declared Fuma.
I … Read more
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Jin Wangsun gawked at Princess Hongzhuang for a full fifteen minutes before shifting his gaze away. If he didn’t happen … Read more
Editor: Areth Kyntaul
Half an hour ago.
Jin Wangsun was unconscious, and no different to a corpse, after Ming Feizhen sent him … Read more
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I understood what His Machesty meant. He didn’t like Jin Wangsun.
Strictly speaking, His Machesty could … Read more
Editor: Areth Kyntaul
The air smelt like three-day-old dog shit; dry and astringent.
His Machesty stared at me for a long time … Read more