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The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan

Petite Princess VS Rough Khan On their wedding day, Yelu Yan told Li Xianyun that apart from affection, he could provide her with endless wealth and honor. After the marriage, he indeed kept his promise, cherishing her in the palm of his hand. Little did he know, the more he cherished her, the deeper she burrowed into his heart, right to the very top. Not long after the political marriage with the Khitans, Li Xianyun gradually noticed earth-shattering changes around her: Initially, the commoners who disliked her began to worship her as a deity... The court officials accusing her of bewitching their lord were now pleading with her to consummate the marriage with the Khan... The most perplexing of all was her husband in name; wasn’t he the one who said he wouldn't give her emotional affection? Why was he always following her around? Little theater scene 1: One day, Yelu Yan cornered Li Xianyun against the wall. “Why are you avoiding this Khan?” “They say you might have taken a liking to your servant.” “Remove ‘might’, isn’t it obvious enough from how this Khan acts?” “But you said you wouldn’t give your servant emotional affection.” Yelu Yan held his forehead; he had indeed said too many foolish things. “The Han people always say that one should start a family and then establish a career; clearly, the two are not in conflict.” Little theater scene 2: The sun had risen high, yet Yelu Yan was still clinging to Li Xianyun. “Get up quickly, I have to leave. There are patients on the street waiting for my consultation, the good fields to the west need irrigation, the homestead plots in the east need measuring, and I have to oversee the silk reeling and dyeing... Uh...” “Your husband is a patient, don’t you care for him?” Li Xianyun looked at the man tough enough to rival ten bulls and was utterly speechless.
Fruit Jelly · 671.9K Views

The Forgotten Light

Fragments of Eternity When memories are the key, but each shard brings pain. In a fractured world where ancient magic collides with futuristic technology, memories are more than echoes of the past—they are weapons, currency, and the fabric of reality itself. Society is divided between the Memory Keepers, who wield the power to preserve and manipulate memories, and the Shattered, victims of a mysterious plague that fragments minds and unleashes uncontrollable abilities. Kael Ardyn, a Memory Keeper haunted by his own amnesia, wields a relic blade that can absorb fragments of memories from those he defeats. When he crosses paths with Lyra Veyne, a Shattered with rare and volatile powers, their fates become intertwined. A fragment of Lyra’s memory reveals a haunting connection between them—and a glimpse of the growing Void, an enigmatic force that consumes memories and threatens to erase all existence. Pursued by Zarek Kaelthorne, a tyrannical ruler who weaponizes forbidden memory extraction, and guided by the cryptic warnings of an enigmatic figure known only as the Weaver, Kael and Lyra embark on a perilous journey. Together, they uncover the dark truths of their pasts, the origins of the Void, and their roles in its creation. As the Void spreads, devouring entire regions, Kael and Lyra must piece together their fragmented memories, even as the truth threatens to destroy them. But the price of stopping the Void is steep, and the line between salvation and annihilation blurs with every step. In this tale of power, betrayal, and the haunting weight of remembrance, Fragments of Eternity explores whether the past is worth reclaiming—and what it means to truly remember.
DaoistXmuWTK · 1K Views

Little Light Lord

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days
E_S_Sonnomett · 21.1K Views
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