Jinde watched the fallen god next to him look at his husband with starry eyes and raised his brows. That … was absolutely not what he had had in mind. He reached out and gently ruffled his hair. “Aiya, you have good eyesight. My husband really is very good. But you know what? Even though our Xin Lan over there can be a bit grumpy, he’s also very nice. He cares deeply about the people that are important to him. He’s just very bad at showing his feelings.”
Xiang Yu glanced over and harrumphed. That fake dragon’s previous lover was too nice of a person. Even though he had found a much better match, he still talked about him this nicely. That fake dragon should feel blessed that he had been able to spend even a single day with a person such as this! Continue reading
Jinde’s interest was already piqued. He looked at the fallen god’s face and couldn’t but feel … that this one was rather adorable. Never mind the intricate mark between his brows, if you didn’t pay attention to that, then he was totally the type of beauty anybody would like. He had a pair of big black eyes, a small nose, and a pair of pouty lips. There was a hint of maturity in the way his dark brows arched above his eyes and if you looked closely enough at his eyes, then you could see that there was something beneath that innocence.
Jinde watched him and his heart couldn’t help but squeeze. He knew that kind of gaze. He himself had often had had it in the past. This was a deep sadness, something born out of regret, out of helplessness. Whatever this fallen god had gone through, it had hurt him deeply. No wonder … that he had reacted instantly when he asked whether he was Xin Lan’s lover. Continue reading
Yun Bei Fen didn’t miss out on any of the other fights Mei Chao Bing fought. In fact, he didn’t even miss out on the breaks that were being taken between the fights. Every time Mei Chao Bing stepped down from the stage, Zhi Guan would somehow appear, pick Yun Bei Fen up and carry him to where the disciples waited for the next round. With this treatment, Yun Bei Fen could observe what Mei Chao Bing did in the competition almost every second up until the last round in the following week.
Finally, a wide stage rose in the middle of the venue for the competition one last time. All the disciples of the Teng Yong Sect, as well as the guests, gathered around the stage. As for the competitors for this round … The first to jump up onto the stage was none other than Mei Chao Bing. Continue reading
Qiang Wei cleared his throat. “Uhm … Your Majesty, could it be that … you showed us the wrong scroll?” Don’t kid him. He had gotten a glimpse of the Son of Heaven one time when he played the messenger together with Yi Zan. It had only been a short moment but such beauty wasn’t easily forgotten.
Qiu Ling frowned and took a look at the scroll himself. The wrong scroll? So this guy thought that this one wasn’t done well enough? Mn, that could actually be. His painting skills definitely weren’t up to par to display his beloved’s beauty.
He put the scroll aside but made sure not to roll it up. After all, it was still better to look at a not so great portrait of him instead of not being able to see him at all. Ah, that damned old man from the Nine Heavens! Why couldn’t he let him and his beloved be?!
While Leng Jin Yu tried to figure out just what this was supposed to mean, Xin Lan and Xiang Yu finally arrived at the Yun Zou Sect. Xin Lan landed in front of his Master’s house and turned to look at the fallen god. “I’ll go in and explain. You wait here until I call you in.”
Xiang Yu blinked and watched as Xin Lan turned away and entered the house. He tilted his head. Hadn’t he said that this was his previous lover? And that he was happily married now? How could he just intrude? This guy was too much!
Xiang Yu stood in front of the house and looked around. He deeply felt that … he couldn’t let things go on this way! It was bad enough that this fake dragon had dared to pretend to be in love with him. He definitely couldn’t let him try and separate a loving couple!
Xiang Yu slipped through the door and followed Xin Lan down the corridor.
Right now, Xin Lan was standing in front of the open door, his gaze lowered to the ground and his hands clenched into fists. Even though Leng Jin Yu had already put on his clothes again and his body was covering Jinde for the most part, those slender legs and arms could still be seen and even his bare shoulder was exposed thanks to the way he had planted himself on his husband’s lap. Continue reading
I’ve finished uploading the revised version of OMF volume 1 (and the first few chapters of volume 2) so it’s time for a new announcement: I’m working on a completely new story! Continue reading
Shun Tao sat down at his desk as soon as they reached his study and opened the scroll of fate again. He frowned at the characters that were forming. Zhong Jing Yi had already left the capital. It was necessary to do something as soon as possible.
He looked up at Leng Jin Yu and motioned at the chair opposite him. “Please, sit. What are your thoughts on this matter?”
Leng Jin Yu nodded and took a seat. He didn’t know the exact state of things but what Shun Tao had told Qiang Yan was enough to give him a general impression. “The overall goal is to prevent His Highness from becoming a cultivator. Considering he should already be far behind on the trials he has to pass it would be good if these two things could be combined.”
“So you’re saying?”
“I trust the Fate’s Scribe with finding the best way to dictate his fate. It’s just … You’ve seen what Hong Bao —” Continue reading
Back in the Nine Heavens, the Fate’s Scribe Shun Tao unfurled that troublesome scroll of fate once more while standing in front of the Heavenly Emperor’s palace. He watched the characters that appeared one after another.
How Zhong Jing Yi approached that disciple, how he took that test, how he finally followed him back to the market square after talking to his mother … Everything he did brought him one step closer to that future that couldn’t be undone should it come to pass. Seriously, what had driven the crown prince to enter a deity sect? How bothersome! Continue reading
Bai Fen wasn’t one to let things go just like that though. At least not in this case. After all, the person in question was her son’s future husband. If there was something wrong, she’d rather know beforehand to make sure that there wouldn’t be another disaster happening in the future. “Qiu Ling, you —”
“Ah!” Qiu Ling morphed his expression into a curious one and smiled brightly. “How was Jing He as a child?”
Bai Fen frowned at his diversion. It seemed there really was something wrong. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure how to get him to confess the matter. In that case, it might be best to let Jing He handle this when he got back. Until then, Qiu Ling shouldn’t be able to stir up more trouble, should he? After all, he had just been warned. Continue reading
One of Li Bo’s lackeys followed suit and smiled at Madam Zhong. “You had quite a bit of time to deal with your loss. I hope you took some of it to think about the offer our Master made.”
Madam Zhong frowned. They had really come again. And they were still as unreasonable as before. Well, why had she expected anything else? Would these three really change their ways just because her husband had lost his life because of them? They were so sure that they wouldn’t be held responsible and without that threat looming over them, they wouldn’t care at all. They just were that type of people.
Ai Hua also furrowed her brows. She didn’t know what had happened but neither did she like the tone of that servant nor the smile of his Master. His Majesty’s beloved was here and the woman that had served them the tea before seemed to be his mother so she was equally important. Could they be treated like this by just anyone? Hmph! These guys deserved a good beating!