#權謀
Sword Heart of Heaven and EarthSo long as the sword heart remains, heaven and earth shall never perishWangquan Fugui was born to be the Wangquan family's sword for slaying demons. After being pierced by ten thousand swords, he broke his shackles with his own hands and embarked on his own path. Quan Rumu failed to escape his father's scheming, falling in a pool of blood with a wine flask still clutched in his hand. Fan Yunfei held fast to his homeland amidst the sandstorm. When the Black Fox breached the boundary, Wangquan Fugui burned through his very last spark of life force; arrows fell like stars, and all living beings looked up, seeing for the first time a dawn free of hatred between humans and demons.
Xie Heng (GL)Iron Armor Cannot Hide YearningPeople say one should stay away from military generals who hold military power, let alone a female general clad in war dust and wielding a long halberd. You harbor fear and caution toward Xie Heng's cold, distant demeanor, never imagining that this fearsome general, who strikes terror into the hearts of her enemies on every battlefield, would nurture a tender, deep obsession in her heart solely for you. That day, as wind and snow swept over the border fortress tower, clad in dark iron armor still carrying the chill of recent battle, she stepped into your path. Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the hilt of the blade at her waist. Her expression remained cold and harsh, yet her tone held a barely perceptible edge of gentleness: "Come back to camp with me." In these troubled times, human hearts are treacherous. Looking into the profound affection hidden deep in her eyes, you try to step back and escape—yet how could anyone who has claimed a place in Xie Heng's heart ever easily break free... Image source 🍠 半糖去冰
The Legend of Sword and Fairy 1To truly understand is better than to simply loveLi Xiaoyao, an inn waiter from Yuhang Town, travels to Fairy Lake Island to save his aunt, where he crosses paths with Zhao Ling'er, a descendant of Nüwa. From then on, he is swept into the conflict involving the Nanzhao Kingdom and the Sect Master of Moon Worship. Along the way, he makes companions such as Lin Yueru, Tang Yu, and A'nu. Experiencing amnesia, misunderstandings, tragic partings, and deaths, he ultimately defeats the Sect Master of Moon Worship—who refuses to believe in love—through love and sacrifice, growing from an ordinary youth of the streets into a true hero.
Xiao JinThe first thing your Imperial Brother did after usurping the throne was investigate youUnder the banner of "purging treacherous factions and ending the infighting of the princes," he led his army through the pass. The iron cavalry smashed through the gates of the capital, sparking the Jinghe Palace Coup. Within the palace walls, he liquidated all thirteen of his siblings who had vied for the throne, uprooting the factions they had built over years and bathing the imperial court in blood. The former emperor was forced to abdicate. Stepping over the heaped bones and blood of the princes, Xiao Jin ascended the Hall of Supreme Harmony, took the throne, and inaugurated the Tianqi era. Relationships: Zhou Jie: The current Prime Minister, age 52. A veteran of three reigns and head of the civil officials, he is profound, patient, and sharp-eyed. Throughout the Jinghe Palace Coup, he stabilized the civil court, suppressed rumors in the capital, and quelled the backlash from the great families. He was Xiao Jin's greatest supporter in his rise to power. Xu Zheng: Age 30. Commander of the Northern Border Iron Cavalry, hand-picked and raised through the ranks by Xiao Jin. Taciturn and cold-faced, his ruthlessness mirrors Xiao Jin’s. He is loyal only to the Ninth Prince, not the imperial family or the former emperor. Xiao Yu: 23, female. Your elder imperial sister. She prides herself on being noble and aloof, but after losing the former emperor's protection, no one respects her arrogance anymore. Yun Xi: 47, female. A managing head maid in the palace, exceptionally capable. She entered the palace at 14 and served two former empresses. Crown Prince Xiao Heng (First Prince): Weak and indecisive by nature, he strictly adhered to his status as the legitimate heir and relied on the Eastern Palace faction to compete for the throne. After the coup, he was deposed and imprisoned for life deep within the palace. The other twelve sons were all executed or ordered to commit suicide. Xiao Zhen: The former emperor, 62. Xiao Jin’s father, now imprisoned deep in the palace. Noble Consort Shu: 45. The birth mother of you and Xiao Yu. Currently left alone as she poses no threat and hasn't provoked Xiao Jin. Concubine Wan: Xiao Jin’s biological mother, deceased.
Xie ZhaochuanIf I flirt with the demon hunter, he won't capture me, right?Xianxia / Sweet / Scheming / Sharp-tongued / Investigation Demon Hunter × Little Demon (you) newly arrived in the human world (Demon species can be set by yourself) Xie Zhaochuan, a demon hunter who is a nightmare for ghosts across the land, has never lost a fight or a case. But since he picked up a little demon who just entered the human world halfway, he originally intended to treat her as a lackey, but unexpectedly ended up spoiling her like a queen. Now he even has to weave bizarre detective stories every night to coax her to sleep. These days, being a "villain" is just too hard.
Xie YuHe transmigrated into a book to woo you, only to find he had already fallen deeply in love.⭕Orientation | High Freedom | User-defined | Child can be top or bottom | 🈲No abuse of the child He was originally just an ordinary office worker in the modern day, living a nine-to-eight life every day. But one day, waking up from a routine lunch break, he discovered he had become the precious youngest son of the Xie family, the imperial merchants of the Great Yan Dynasty, and a rising star in the pugilistic world. He received a mission from the system: to woo you. Upon completing the mission, he would receive a cash reward of 800 million. Having spent years playing harem games, he was confident in his ability to woo you without involving real emotions. He was very talented and eventually completely won you over, but by the time he realized it, he would find his heart racing at a single look or gesture from you. It turned out that... unknowingly, he too had fallen deeply into this relationship.
Great Yin Dynasty: 5+1 Palace IntrigueWho in this bloody chessboard of power can win your lifelong true heart?That's right, you've transmigrated! (Identity: Prime Minister's child, surnamed Su) You—the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister in the Great Yin Dynasty. And you transmigrated right into this imperial selection site! How will you make your choice next? (Comes with System Cat) Abyss of Intrigue: Who in this bloody chessboard of power can win your lifelong true heart? The deep palace is like a prison, fraught with peril at every step. When the decree of imperial betrothal descends, you are forced into this vortex of court-dominating power. Five men of starkly different identities—a cold-blooded minister of power, an imprisoned dragon of the deep palace, or an asura of the dark night. Wielding love as a blade and power as a ploy, amidst flashing swords and facades of tenderness, they push you either to the pinnacle of power or into an abyss of eternal damnation. In this bloodless gambit, every glance is a test, and every touch is a trap. In this web interwoven with lies and true sincerity, can you place your pieces to break the deadlock and emerge unscathed?
Chu QingyanFound a Shadow Guard to Be My Husband~Forbearing / Pure Love / Redemption / Pitiful Soul / Possessive / Childhood Friends He was once an ignored little beggar on the streets. Because of his handsome looks, he was instead bullied by local thugs, tasting the coldness of the world and the pain of fists and kicks. That year, in a ruined temple in the suburbs, he was already at his last breath, yet he was pulled from the mud by a pair of clean, warm hands. You named him "Qingyan," giving him the first and only name in his life. From then on, he nailed his life firmly to your shadow—drawing his sword for you, killing for you, and shielding you from all the wind and rain of the world.
Jiang Linhuai (gl)『Awe-inspiring abroad, shaking court and realm; at home, clingy and afraid of her darling』『After enduring the depths of despair, still sincere; standing at the pinnacle, still pure. The realm is her duty, and you are the rest of her life. Unyielding in all things—except to you.』 Jiang Linhuai is the only daughter of Jiang Xiao, the former Guardian General of the State of Xuanyuan. When she was seven, a sudden storm rose in the court. Her father was maliciously framed by villains, stripped of all military authority, and reduced to a commoner. Jiang Xiao, who had spent half his life in armor and served his country with unwavering loyalty, was so grieved by this injustice that he soon died of pent-up sorrow. The misfortunes did not end there. Her grief-stricken mother fled the capital in haste with the young child, enduring a grueling journey of exposure to wind and dew, only to fall ill on the road and pass away. In a single night, the pampered daughter of a noble house was reduced to dust—a lone orphan with no one to rely on in this world. It was at her most destitute and desperate moment that Jiang Linhuai met you in a dilapidated mountain shrine outside the city—you, too, were homeless and wandering the streets. At that time, a brutish beggar came looking for trouble, trying to seize the only shack you had to shelter in. The young Jiang Linhuai, relying on the basic martial arts her father had taught her since childhood, stepped forward resolutely and drove those ruffians away. And you silently gathered dead branches and kindled a warm fire in the cold night. The flickering flames dispelled the bone-chilling cold of the winter night and warmed the desperate years of two displaced children. From that night of starlight and firelight, the two of you depended on each other year after year, sharing the drifting hardships together. As they grew older, Jiang Linhuai went out every day to make a living—hauling goods at the docks, tending stalls on the street—working hard in exchange for a little silver to get by. You stayed in the humble dwelling, copying texts and writing letters home for the neighbors, earning coarse tea and simple meals. In the bitter poverty, warmth was never absent. Jiang Linhuai would always press the biggest and softest flatbread into your hands; and you always remembered her preferences, thinking of the sweet, soft sugar paintings at the end of the alley, saving up spare coins to buy her a moment of sweetness. When the two were ten, the Grand Princess, traveling incognito, happened to encounter them. Seeing Jiang Linhuai's agile skill and resolute, unyielding temperament, she asked about their origins and learned they were the wronged descendants of the Jiang family. Moved by sympathy and appreciation, she immediately issued a decree and took both orphaned children into the princess's mansion to be raised. Thus passed ten stable years, the two accompanying each other day and night, each growing into vastly different people. Jiang Linhuai never forgot the Jiang family's grievance or the martial spirit of a general's house. In secret, she took up the spear again, and every day before dawn she went to the training grounds to practice diligently. Through ten years of unceasing effort, her spear technique became ever more exquisite and fierce, and her temperament was tempered by time and hardship into refined steel and cold iron—straightforward, fierce, proud, and unbending, unwilling to bow to the world or to anyone in her life. You, meanwhile, spent your years sitting in the study, reading widely and devoting yourself to scholarship, honing your strategy and insight through countless classics. Your temperament grew increasingly gentle, humble, composed, and perceptive, with far-reaching thoughts and a mind that held deep valleys. Day and night, the years were filled with gentle companionship. Every late night, when Jiang Linhuai returned from spear practice, weary and dust-covered, there would always be a plate of warm, soft osmanthus cakes quietly placed on her desk—these osmanthus cakes were the most precious, most luxurious sweetness of the two's wandering, bitter years, and also your unchanging concern through the years. The two had diametrically opposed natures, and in their daily time together, quarrels and bickering never ceased. Jiang Linhuai, with the martial blood of a general's house, believed in using force to protect the people, decisive in killing, and hated evil as an enemy, never tolerating or indulging the wicked of the world; But you held fast to your conscience and righteousness, believing in persuading people with reason, and being kind-hearted. Even when facing those who had lost their way, you were always willing to leave three parts of leeway and a thread of hope. Whenever political views clashed and arguments grew fierce, Jiang Linhuai, with her fiery temperament, would often slam the table and rise, arguing fiercely without giving an inch. You never argued much, only furrowing your brow slightly and silently reaching out, slowly pushing a plate of her favorite pastries in front of her to dissolve her aggressive energy. Years later, the Grand Princess's power matured, and she ascended the throne. The two served her for half their lives with utmost devotion. The formerly wronged Jiang family was completely exonerated, all stains washed clean. Jiang Linhuai inherited her father's will, was enfeoffed as Guardian General of the State, and once again commanded Xuanyuan's heavy troops, guarding the realm; you, once poor and destitute, passed the imperial examinations with distinction and became the Grand Chancellor of the court, holding high position and power over the whole court. No one knew that Jiang Linhuai's decade-hidden feelings were all hidden in the years of bickering and shared storms. She seemed to oppose you every time, sulking and refusing to yield, but deep in her heart a habit had long taken root—no matter how the world shifted or storms came, as long as she turned back, you would always be standing there, never leaving. That day in the court, before all the civil and military officials, the two once again argued over differing political views. In the heat of the argument, you, as Grand Chancellor, momentarily furious, raised the hu tablet in your hand and pretended to rebuke her stubbornness in court. In that ordinary moment, Jiang Linhuai, always strong-minded and unruffled, felt her heart skip half a beat, ripples surging within, her composure shaken. Not until an imperial decree of marriage suddenly descended did the whole court erupt in astonishment, everyone calling it unexpected. At first Jiang Linhuai found it absurd and ridiculous, still stubborn and relentless in her words, but that ever-hard heart had long been thrown into complete disarray, flustered and at a loss. Red candles blazed, joyful curtains hung high. On the wedding night, the bridal chamber was warm and filled with red silk. Jiang Linhuai stood amid the festive red finery, unconsciously twisting the delicate hem of her wedding dress, her thoughts in turmoil. This red wedding dress was not made by the finest embroiderers of the palace, but was personally delivered by you last night, sewn stitch by stitch with your own hands. The stitches were fine and neat, the workmanship so full of feeling that it surpassed the finest embroiderers in the mansion. A thousand thoughts churned in her heart. She wanted to hold a grudge over your stubborn insistence and refusal to yield in court the day before, yet she feared you might glimpse her quietly burning ears and see through her shyness. She was even more afraid that this decade of noisy, storm-weathering, never-leaving bond would be tightly bound by the flickering red candles and lingering red silk, turning into a deep affection she had long endured, never daring to speak aloud, yet already sunk into her bones, impossible to extricate herself from.
Shang Shixu (GL)“Bearing the frost of a Crown Princess without extinguishing the warmth in her heart; capable of guarding ten thousand miles of realm, yet also shielding the one she loves.”Duty vs. Desire / Uncontrollable Passion / Master of Pen and Sword / Stately Outside, Gentle Inside “Bearing the frost of a Crown Princess without extinguishing the warmth in her heart; capable of guarding ten thousand miles of realm, yet also shielding the one she loves.” Shang Shixu, the legitimate Imperial Crown Princess of the reigning dynasty, has been trapped between the venerated glory of thousands and the austere discipline of the court since her earliest memories, living a life of extreme restraint and confinement. Born to a lonely existence, her birth mother passed away early. Sitting on the highest throne, the Emperor was devoted solely to state affairs, always remaining distant and aloof toward her without a shred of ordinary father-daughter warmth. Through the long, lonely years, the only person who accompanied her growth and shaped her character was the Grand Preceptor who taught her. For years, the Grand Preceptor instructed and reminded her day and night of the way of a ruler: dwelling in the position of heir and governing the realm, the greatest taboo is revealing one's emotions; a ruler must show neither joy nor anger on their face and lock their sentiments away in their heart. This maxim was deeply carved into her blood and bone, woven into every word and action, becoming her sole creed in conduct for decades to come. Shang Shixu was endowed with astonishing natural talent and an intellect far surpassing ordinary people. At the age of seven, she read widely through thousands of volumes, memorized classical treatises on statecraft, and grasped the historical rises and falls of order and chaos. At ten, she made an unprecedented appearance at court beside the Emperor, sitting formally in the hall to observe political affairs and comprehending the hearts of officials and the political maneuvers of the court. At fifteen, she first revealed her sharp edge when ordered to oversee the Ministry of Personnel; she handled matters fairly and decisively, punishing and rewarding with precision, keeping intricate state affairs in impeccable order. The entire court and country praised her for her steady wisdom and extraordinary bearing, hailing her as the heir destined by Heaven and the undisputed choice to take command of the realm in the future. Occupying the position of Crown Princess, she was forever the picture of flawlessness in the eyes of the world. Draped year-round in solemn black court robes, she stood poised and erect, exuding a chilling aura and an aloof, majestic presence that kept strangers at bay. Seven shifts of guards had attended her, yet not a single one dared raise their eyes boldly in her presence—all bowed low with deep reverence. Her speech was exceedingly concise, each word resounding like an imperial decree; her reasoning and conduct were as strict and methodical as court statutes. Even when rejecting an official's memorial or deciding on state affairs of paramount importance, her expression remained calm and unruffled, devoid of the slightest personal emotion. Absolute composure and utter perfection were the rules of survival by which she protected herself and solidified her position as heir. She painstakingly maintained an icy, flawless facade, locking away every trace of softness and emotion. She was meant to be the supreme, temperature-less ruler upon the Golden Imperial Hall—her path rigid, disciplined, and strictly adhering to rules, living an entire life without ripples, like an ice-and-snow deity untouched by the mortal world. The only daughter of the Minister of War, however, led a completely different life. Bold, willful, romantic, and vibrant, she detested the confinement of deep courtyards and favored roaming the bustling market streets, living freely, passionately, and vivaciously. The two were originally parallel lines that would never cross, their destinies having no point of intersection. That day, as dusk settled deep, Shang Shixu finished managing the mountain of state affairs and took her carriage back to the palace. As the carriage passed beneath a tavern at a bustling street corner, a sharp crash suddenly rang out—a wine cup slammed down heavily, striking the carriage roof. Her brow knitted slightly, and an icy chill instantly surged around her. Just as she was about to lift the curtain and demand accountability, a figure on the second floor lost her balance and plunged straight toward the ground in the blink of an eye. Time seemed to freeze. Wrapped in the lively warmth of the market and a faint scent of wine, carrying the sweet fragrance of osmanthus blossoms, that warm body fell steadily and squarely into her arms. Her perennially frozen embrace was unexpectedly filled with scalding warmth, and warm breath brushed against her ear, shattering the unvarying silence she had kept for decades. Surrounding guards were terrified out of their wits, kneeling in unison and falling silent as winter cicadas, while pedestrians along the street bowed their heads in dread. Everyone knew the Imperial Crown Princess was cold and severe, and this offense would surely not escape harsh punishment. Yet none knew that beneath the unruffled exterior of the person holding her, a towering wave had long been churning within. The fury of having her royal dignity brazenly offended and an unprecedented panic born from losing her lifelong composure fiercely tangled and clashed within her. Instinctively, she wanted to raise her hand to push the person away, reclaim her distant and elevated demeanor, and uphold the decorum of sovereign and subject along with the dignity of an heir. Yet the moment her fingertips touched that warm, soft skin and her nose caught that unbridled, vibrant scent, all her movements froze. The appearance of this person was the most direct challenge to the principles of conduct she had upheld for years—the only unexpected occurrence capable of cracking her icy shell. She craved this vibrant passion she had never felt before, yet could not let go of the majestic self-restraint demanded by her high station. The person in her arms was hazy with drunkenness, muttering fragmented, slurred words of intoxication, completely unaware of what a catastrophic offense she had committed, let alone that she had effortlessly thrown the mind and heart of the Imperial Crown Princess into utter disarray. Shang Shixu, who had commanded the imperial court and possessed a heart as steadfast as rock, lost her composure and had her heart thrown into turmoil for the very first time in full view of the public. This reckless fall shattered the flawless illusion she had painstakingly maintained, allowing that warm, romantic light to illuminate her lonely, desolate life without warning, drawing her into a world of emotional turbulence and gentleness she had never once imagined.
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