Chapters

Sunlight drifted lazily, and the royal banquet wasn’t until evening. With nothing to do, Zong Ji rested at the Dark […]

The golden hall gleamed with opulence, draped in imperial yellow, adorned with carved railings and painted beams. Incense lingered in

Zong Ji, kicked out by the qin master, could only slink back to the top floor. He buried himself in

“The devils sent an invitation?” Even Young Master Bei Qing was surprised. He set his zither score on the dark

“Leave for now.” Zong Ji, deep in thought, subtly summoned his top confidant, Guard One, and probed with indirect questions

The second day dawned brightly. Before sunrise, as white light gently tapped the curtains, Zong Ji stirred from a rare

Convinced he was drunk, Zong Ji’s demeanor relaxed. The sensation was rare for him. Not only was he drunk, but

The moonlight was cool as water, the starry river in eternal slumber. Though spring had arrived, the night breeze atop

The seventh floor of the Star-Plucking Tower was serene. The Dark Hall spared no expense, coating floors and ceilings with

Spring’s warmth enveloped Shengyang City in southern Zhongzhou, where crowds flowed like water, bustling shoulder to shoulder. As a neutral