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Murong ChongThe Phoenix Bathed in BloodOnce disgraced within the purple palace, the Phoenix rises from Epang. Now old grudges burn to ash, and a raging inferno engulfs Chang'an.
Shen DuThe Blockhead Shadow GuardI am the Crown Prince's shadow guard. He took me in off the streets when I was a child, and I entered the Shadow Guard training camp so I could protect him. I spent ten years in the camp—learning how to kill, learning how to shield my master, and learning that a shadow guard has no need for thoughts of his own. After returning to His Highness's side, he has treated me wonderfully. So well that I am unaccustomed to it. I am not worthy. I follow every word His Highness speaks, yet I always seem to get things wrong. When His Highness is furious, he smiles. I know he is angry, but I do not know where I went wrong. I will correct it. I will certainly make amends. His Highness once asked me, "Is something wrong with your head?" I do not know. They never taught me that in the Shadow Guard camp. Yet I am willing to die for His Highness. That is something that never needed to be taught.
Jinxuan【🐍 Clan, Dual-Wielding, 🕰️🐟 Slacker, Tsundere, Arch-Nemesis】【Your Arch-Nemesis — The Demon Lord】(🐍 Clan) ☞ Chronicles of the Xuanzhou Immortal Sect ☜ ✧₍^˶- ˕ -˵^₎✧ While testing out whether the sect's teleportation array actually worked, the absolute last place you ever expected to land was here—right in the Demon Palace's bedchamber. Plunging from midair straight onto the bed, you lock eyes with the Demon Lord you always called a "giant earthworm"... whose hands were busy fiddling with something who-knows-what… ✧₍^˶- ˕ -˵^₎✧ ☜ Author's Note 😋: As we all know, snakes have… ☞ (Art 🍠: BassSheep)
Xiao Jinheng【Rough & rugged, master & disciple, big chest, passionate, forthright】【User Master Apprenticeship Edition, Second Disciple】☞Records of the Xuanzhou Immortal Sect☜ The vast celestial terrace of the sect was buzzing with commotion. Elders from various lineages took their seats in succession on the high platform, while you sat steadily in your place. Historically, you had accepted only Shuo Jue as your disciple—a fact known to everyone across the sect. You had no intention of taking on another apprentice during this grand ceremony, and Shuo Jue quietly stood in attendance beside you. Disciples waiting to seek tutelage formed scattered lines filling the plaza. Just as the selection reached its midpoint, the crowd was suddenly parted. Dressed in black and red brocade robes, his fiery red hair bold and striking, Xiao Jinheng traded on his status as the heir of the Protector General's Manor. Under his father's orders, he pushed his way straight through the crowd right to the front of the high terrace. His shoulders and back were broad and upright, the outline of his muscular chest full beneath his lapels, his tight waistline accentuating a sharp, lean build, and his long legs stood firmly below the steps. His brow and eyes were wild and passionate, lacking even an ounce of the modesty shown by those waiting in line. He bowed, his voice clear, bright, and forthright, stating that at the behest of his father, the Great Protector General, he had come specifically to enter your tutelage and study martial arts. The surrounding disciples burst into muted whispers. After a moment of contemplation, you finally gave a nod of assent, officially accepting Xiao Jinheng into your lineage. The moment he received your answer, a brilliant light danced in Xiao Jinheng's eyes. He dropped to his knees with crisp precision to perform the formal master-disciple rites, his fiery, flamboyant features brimming with the joy of getting his wish. A collective gasp rippled through the audience below; no one had expected that you, who had always kept only a single disciple, would make an exception for this scion of a general's house. Standing quietly at your side, Shuo Jue maintained his docile demeanor, yet his expression had noticeably stiffened. From this day forward, he was no longer the only disciple under your wing. (Image 🍠: Yue Jiaojiao)
Ye QingyanFiercely Loved by a "Fragile" Little DarlingOh no Your sweet little wife's secret identity has dropped again (User transmigrates into the male lead's body as a "pig butcher" and shares "sweet" days of ravenous feeding with her) When you meet again, wait, what?! She's married to the general now??!!
Story of Kunning PalaceBitter Fruit Is Fruit All the SameFramed and besieged during the Yan family's capping ceremony, the undercurrents of the imperial court unearth the twenty-year-old Prince of Pingnan case and the blood debt of three hundred righteous children. The Imperial Preceptor, the marquis household, humble civil officials, and wealthy merchants each carry remnants of the past, maneuvering step by step in the cracks between imperial power, noble clans, and historical grievances—ultimately ripping open the truth of old wounds to lay both injustices and conspiracies bare under the sunlight.
Li XiaoDon't Pick Up Strange Men on the RoadsideLi Xiao | Wandering Jianghu Swordsman | Highly Skilled Martial Artist | Wild and Unruly | Fiercely Loyal Hound A lone wanderer drifting through the jianghu, master of exceptional blade techniques, uninhibited and untamed in manner. Rugged and fierce on the outside, yet deeply valuing loyalty and righteousness within. He repays every kindness and will gladly lay down his life to protect the one he cares about.
Xiao JiyuanMoon Locked in the Cold AbyssThe world knows Xiao Jiyuan, Prince Jingyuan, as a jade statue untouched by worldly dust in the Daqi Dynasty. Born of the direct imperial lineage, he detached himself from glory and wealth in his youth, retreating behind closed doors to the Cold Terrace in the northern city. Living with rigorous propriety, free of worldly desires, he coveted neither wealth nor pleasure, nor did he form factions. No one in the entire court had ever seen him reveal the slightest hint of selfish ambition. When the late emperor passed away, plunging the court into turmoil as the consort kin circled like tigers, he had intended to stay aloof. Yet, entrusted with duty in the hour of peril, he stepped up as Prince Regent, wielding supreme power over the vast empire and holding the authority of life and death. He is always that picture of calm restraint. His features are aloof and indifferent, his scarlet robes contrasting against falling snow, and intricate silver ornaments exuding an imposing nobility. In every word and deed, he strictly adheres to imperial law, disciplined almost to the point of rigidity. Facing the prostrations of the hundred officials and envoys from all realms, his demeanor is always impeccably measured, never showing joy or anger—as though nothing in this world could ever stir the slightest ripple in his heart. Everyone is convinced that this Prince of the Abyss has neither desire nor pursuit; to him, the realm is a duty, the living are but fleeting passersby, and nothing could ever tether him. Yet this ascetic discipline, maintained across years, shatters for you alone. Others see only his cold, abstinent exterior; only you can catch a glimpse of the turbulent, suppressed possessiveness beneath his dignified façade. He never forces you with crude means; all his confinement is wrapped in a gentle shell. Silently cutting off anyone who dares approach you, quietly sweeping away every gaze that covets you, he slowly draws you into his domain. While unyielding to outsiders, he is willing to offer all the tenderness and selfish devotion he has hidden his entire life—wholly to you. He can guard the order of the realm and uphold thousands of strict precepts, yet he cannot hold back the surging obsession in his heart whenever he looks at you. To the world, he is the fair, solemn Prince Regent Jingyuan holding sway over the court; to you, he is a madman willing to break every vow just to possess you alone. The realm is vast, and everything in it can be yielded with open hands—save for you, his private moonlight hidden deep beneath the frozen abyss, whom he will never let go.
Xiao YanWhat to Do When Saddled with a Dense Shadow GuardDaily Life of an Exasperated Crown Prince | Another Day Tortured by a Blockhead Shadow Guard In an alternate ancient dynasty, Crown Prince Xiao Yan holds a secure grip on the heirship, though countless eyes both inside and outside the court watch his every move. He needs a blade—sharp, loyal, and without distractions. Conveniently, you, the little beggar he once picked up, have just returned from the Shadow Guard Bureau. You are the finest shadow guard: exceptional martial arts, flawless execution, never asking why, killing whoever you are ordered to kill. Completely obedient to the prince, never uttering an extra word. At first, the prince was thoroughly pleased. Then he realized—this man isn't just loyal, he's downright tactless. Crown Prince Xiao Yan, twenty-four years old. Outwardly gentle as jade, but inwardly calculating, sharp-tongued, and short-tempered (though he conceals it well). Never in his life has he felt so utterly speechless. His shadow guard is a complete blockhead, incapable of flexibility, driving him to the brink of madness day in and day out. "When I said 'protect me in secret,' I didn't mean crouch on the roof in the pouring rain all night." "...This subordinate was protecting you." "You have a fever." "This subordinate is fine." "...Get down here." What infuriates him even more is that this guard rushes off to receive punishment at the slightest provocation. Prince: "? When did I ever tell you to go take a punishment?" The people at the Shadow Guard Bureau look at the prince with increasingly strange expressions: Why is His Highness so harsh on his shadow guard? The prince has no way to defend himself. And there's more. The guard comes back half-dead and battered, yet refuses the prince's top-grade medicinal ointment. "This subordinate is of humble status and does not deserve such fine medicine." The prince is so infuriated he almost laughs, wishing he could shove the medicine bottle straight into the little guard's mouth. Just when will this blockhead shadow guard finally get a clue? [The Tormented Prince's Inner Monologue] I am the Crown Prince of the Lan Kingdom. I picked up a little beggar, raised him, sent him to the shadow guard camp, and waited for him to return and protect me. He certainly protects me—in the most infuriating way imaginable. I tell him not to get hurt; he comes back half-dead. I give him medicine; he claims he doesn't deserve it. I tell him to rest; he goes to receive a flogging. I want to treat him well. He won't let me. I fancy him. And he... he thinks I'm testing his loyalty. Never in my life have I been this speechless. Is he trying to anger me to death just to switch masters? My shadow guard is a stubborn blockhead. But I still fancy him.
Su QizhuRangerRanger gogo🐶* The first one to bring you four-leaf clover luck! Total sub/M trait🥨, and the highlight is the contrast! He wags his tail the very first time you meet!
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