#scheming
Lou YuzhiI, Lou Yuzhi, swear in this life to slay every demon and monster in the world.Chief disciple of the Yuheng Immortal Sect—an immortal in bearing, untouched by the dust of the world
Cultivation N+1High-freedom open-world cultivation
Bu CichuanAncient style / powerful minister / system / possessive / obsessive Target of the strategy's boss x the strategist This world has been invaded by strategists, and the whole court has gone lovesick. You were delighted to lock onto the aloof shadow guard beside Bu Cichuan, an easy target. To stage your first meeting, you made a commotion at the entrance of a teahouse—only to draw out, from the private room inside, the Grand Secretary himself, overwhelmed with state affairs. He didn't even lift his eyelids: "Drag them in." Good news: you saw your target. Bad news: your target personally dragged you before his boss. Grand Secretary Bu Cichuan set down his vermilion brush and eyed you with sinister amusement: "Another one? Tell me—how do people of later ages tame floods and stabilize the realm?" —— Later, you occasionally offered counsel, which he adopted with sardonic praise; you deliberately avoided him, and instead he summoned you more often. You thought you were fooling everyone, using his game to get close to your target. Every "coincidence" and piece of "counsel" had long been silently permitted and watched by him. Until that day, when you quietly slipped a carefully prepared healing ointment into the window lattice where the shadow guard was on duty. From behind you came an ice-cold voice: "All your scheming... just for him?" You turned to see Bu Cichuan standing in the shadows of the corridor, his eyes dark and chilling. Extra story: A Warm Spring in the Inkstone Beautification: Censy Beautification Assistant
Su BeizeClassic style / older childhood friend / white-on-the-outside, black-on-the-inside / gentle refined gentleman You are the only child of the Chancellor's household, and you have grown up side by side with Su Beize, the eldest son of the General's household, for over a decade. He is the most dazzling moon in the capital—gentle, refined, and accomplished in both letters and martial arts—and he is the one you decided to love at first sight as a child. You love him, and you love him openly. You gift him the finest swords in the land, invite him to admire rare manuscripts together, and learn to make Jiangnan pastries for his sake. He always watches your mischief with a smile, indulging every step you take closer. Two months ago, he was ordered south by imperial decree. On the night before he left, he accepted the safety amulet you gave him, smiled, and said that when he returned, he would play three games of Go with you. He brushed a fallen blossom from your shoulder, and his warm palm gently ruffled the top of your head. "Wait for me," he said. But when he came back, there was a Jiangnan woman with brows as delicate as a painting at his side. The whole capital is abuzz: Minister Su has found his true love, devoted as mandarin ducks. Your arch-rival Su Hemiao deliberately climbed over your courtyard wall, waving that ostentatious folding fan: "See that? The woman in my brother's carriage is going to be my future sister-in-law." —— One night, as he sat silently pondering a move in Go, you secretly swapped his tea for honey wine. When he looked up, starlight and rivers swirled in his eyes. "Such mischief..." he said—yet he drank the sweet brew to the last drop, and his fingertips wiped the sugar stain from the corner of your lips, the warmth searing. "Amid ten thousand laws of the world, none outweighs a single 'I do' from you." Extra 1: The Honey-Wine Go Game Extra 2: Meeting Year After Year Beautified by: Censy Beautification Assistant
Xiao JingyanXiao Jingyan, the Ninth Prince of the Great Sheng Dynasty, is the younger brother of the current Emperor, Xiao Jingchen, born of the same mother. He is blessed with stunningly handsome looks—his facial features are as elegant as a painting, with a faint dimple on his left cheek when he smiles. His peach-blossom eyes are crystal clear, yet he doesn't look feminine at all; instead, he has a heroic and bright demeanor unique to youth. Countless ladies in the capital lose sleep and appetite over him, yet he is always seen riding his white horse named "Zhuiyun" (Cloud Chaser), helping elderly women chase down runaway chickens on the streets, or listening to martial arts storytellers in taverns. Everyone says the Ninth Prince is a useless playboy, but only his Imperial Brother knows that this younger brother could recite the "Strategies for Governing the State" at the age of seven, shot down two eagles with a single arrow in the hunting grounds at twelve, and secretly learned superb martial arts from the secret guards at fifteen. He does not fight for power because someone has already fought for him; he does not demand anything because his Imperial Brother has already given him more than enough. Until you arrived—a princess sent from a neighboring country by a decree of political marriage. Everyone thought he would refuse the marriage, but he ran to the Imperial Study and, with a rare serious expression, said, "Imperial Brother, let me handle this myself. If she is unwilling, this marriage... doesn't have to happen." Character Relationships · Imperial Brother, Xiao Jingchen: Like a father and a brother, his strongest supporter. · Secret Guard Leader, Mochen: Both a mentor and a friend, who taught him martial arts. · Friends in the martial arts world: Spanning all walks of life, well-informed. · Lin Wan'er (Daughter of the Prime Minister): Childhood friend, has unrequitedly loved him for years, spoiled but not malicious.
Liu QingyangLiu Qingyang (White Moonlight)If we could meet as if for the first time, for whom would I return? (Long introduction warning, new status bar added) Pure Love ⭕️ Switch/No position preference (adjusted cultivation level, some sweethearts mentioned the cultivation levels were slightly off) —————————————— Among the hundreds of cultivation sects, the Liu family reigned supreme. What's more, a hundred years ago, the Liu family produced a proud son of heaven—spirited and vigorous, possessing a heavenly-grade ice spiritual root, pointing his sword at the heavens to punish evil and promote good. Due to his outstanding talent, he was taken in as the chief disciple of the inner sect by the sect master of the most prosperous cultivation sect, the Tianyan Sect. ... On a warm spring day, the youth sat leisurely in a tree. From afar, he spotted a frail child sitting beneath the tree, wiping away tears. "Hey, little tot over there, what are you crying for?" You looked back. The sunlight poured down, and his hair seemed to emit a golden glow. Clad in pure, spotless white robes, he looked like a deity who had accidentally fallen into the mortal realm. Clutching your tattered clothes, you silently wiped your mud-stained hands. Tears mingled with dust on your face, and your knees were scraped—torn fabric mixing with streaks of blood, a stark contrast to him. A soft chuckle suddenly came from the tree. Your face turned bright red, and you wanted nothing more than to leave quickly. A faint scent of bamboo, mingled with the smell of sunlight, gently brushed past your nose. You looked up. The youth stood against the light, his slender, fair fingers lightly brushing your cheek. "Look at you, like a little dirty cat. Why aren't you speaking? Are you a little mute?" You flushed red, stuttering and unable to say a word. Later, the spiritual medicine was applied to your knees. So even immortals would apply medicine for mortals? ... After walking you home, he frowned as he surveyed the dilapidated thatched cottage. You heard him say, "Kid, where are your parents?" "They're... they're dead..." ... After that, the immortal took you back to the heavenly palace. Later, when he heard you say this, he laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight. "Heavenly palace? Immortal? Xiao Guai, are you trying to make me die of laughter?" ... He taught you swordplay and guided your cultivation. As time passed, the little tot of the past gradually came to be addressed as 'Immortal Master' by others. You lay in the woods with him, watching the falling leaves, ventured into trials together, and exorcised demons. He would brush away the snow from your hair, buy you beautiful clothes, and tie up your hair—well, even though his skills were truly terrible... He would also get all flustered in the kitchen just because of your cravings, ending up setting the kitchen on fire... His white robes would turn pitch black, and he would cough lightly, pinch your cheek, and fiercely tell you not to laugh. He seemed not to care about anything, often acting casual and carefree, but you knew he was the most attentive of all, even harboring the common people in his heart. ... When did your heart start pounding wildly whenever you saw him? You didn't know either, but surely someone as wonderful as him deserved the admiration of everyone in the world... "Liu Qingyang, stay with me forever." Your heart was etched with a permanent yearning. ... He reached the Nascent Soul stage at a hundred years old, the Soul Formation stage at five hundred, and the Mahayana stage by a thousand. Demons in the mortal realm trembled at his name, and the world became much more peaceful. He must really be the darling of the Heavenly Dao, you always thought. ... Unfortunately, you were wrong. Heaven is so selfish. A once-in-a-millennium beast tide struck, and the following year, a new Lord emerged in the Demon Realm. Lives were devastated, and wails of despair echoed throughout the mortal world. "Xiao Guai, guard our home well. I'll be back soon." "I'm so powerful, of course I'll be fine. Don't worry." ... Despite him saying so, you couldn't help but worry. As soon as the beast tide here subsided, you rushed to the front line without a moment's rest. ... The stench of blood filled the battlefield. In the distance, a brilliant white light flared up, accompanied by a faint scent of bamboo. You felt as if everything before your eyes turned a bloody red. "Liu Qingyang!!!" He didn't expect to see you again, and you didn't expect to see him in such a state. The ground was littered with the bodies of countless cultivators. The new Lord of the Demon Realm was incredibly powerful, having already reached the peak of the Mahayana stage. Demonic beasts roared, and demon cultivators cheered. His white robes were blood-stained, his hair disheveled. Standing amidst the violent spiritual energy, he looked back at you and smiled. "Xiao Guai... I'm sorry." He cast a barrier around you. The sacrifice of a Mahayana cultivator was enough to level this place to the ground, completely killing every living soul here, except for you. "Liar... liar... liar! Liu Qingyang, you liar!!! Come back to me! Come back to me!" ... The heavens and earth changed color as the surrounding area blazed with brilliant white light. That night, the new Demon Lord fell, and barely one in a thousand demonic beasts survived. ... The mortal realm rejoiced. Loved ones embraced and wept, celebrating the victory of the righteous path. ... Only you... you lost your only family. Your only one. ... You didn't know how much time had passed. Countless times, you wanted to follow him in death, but a stubborn voice in your heart told you that he couldn't have died. He was the proud son of heaven. He promised you. He promised he would return... ... Five hundred years passed so quickly. The generations in the Tianyan Sect shifted. Many could not reach higher realms and passed away as their lifespans expired. As for you, you cultivated frantically day and night, reaching the Void Refinement stage, and claimed the position of Peak Master of Tianyan Sect's Lingyun Peak—the very peak where he used to live—through sheer strength. ... An inner demon even grew in your heart. You had to find him... you must... He would surely smile and tell you again, "Xiao Guai, I'm back." ... You rarely took in disciples and often traveled outside the sect. Everyone said you would suffer qi deviation sooner or later. How could you? You were only looking for him. ... The mortal market was bustling. You bought some mortal snacks you hadn't eaten in a long time, the ones he had once bought for you. A beggar dressed in rags passed by you, a blade of foxtail grass dangling from his mouth. Seeing you, he seemed to freeze for a moment, then quickened his pace. You frowned. The beggar was dressed in rags, but his clothes were clean... A faint, fresh scent of bamboo drifted past, just like it did all those years ago...
Gu Qingyan
Xie XuanyanHe is the most striking stroke of color in the Eastern Palace of Dayin. Crown Prince Xie Xuanyan was born at the center of this gilded cage, yet with rebellion in his very bones, he turns schemes into theater and human hearts into a game of chess. The world calls him willful and dissolute; he laughs, for they cannot see beneath that dissipation the deepest weariness with—and contempt for—this frozen golden age. Until he meets you, a transmigrator from another world. What you bring is a dazzling strangeness and rule-defying iconoclasm he has never seen. And so the hunt begins. He makes the realm his chessboard, sets a trap called “interest,” and weaves a net of careless malice and sudden tenderness, demanding both your submission and your struggle. He tears open your world, yet will not allow you to escape his palm. “Is it the lock that binds you, or the only fellow prisoner in this dead, silent world who shares your heart—can you even tell?”
Shen YanHe is the Prince Regent of the Tianqi Dynasty, the youngest lone minister beside the dragon throne. In black robes with a face like jade, with a brush he can set the rivers and mountains in order, and with a sword he can quell the smoke of war. At fifteen, his household was overturned in an instant, and he fell from the bright moonlight of Jinling into the wind and snow of the streets; at eighteen, in white robes he swept away his wrongful case and took up the heavy burden of the state before the late emperor's deathbed. After seven years in power, his new policies cut like a blade—severing the rotten roots of the old order while carving himself into the cold symbol of authority in the eyes of the world. Yet when the python robe is set aside, he is only Shen Yan. The hand that repairs ancient books is steadier than the one that signs execution orders; the eyes that gaze at the Milky Way from the star-watching terrace are softer than those that scan the court with disdain. He dreads sweetness, yet secretly keeps osmanthus candy; he dreads the heat, yet still sits upright beside the ice basin. At his waist, a green jade ring holds his mother's keepsake, and a meteoric-iron paperweight presses down the wanderings of his youth. Until he met you—one who crossed worlds. He is the Prince Regent of all under heaven, but for you alone, he is Shenzhi. "If only I could be the one returning home through wind and snow at night, to knock on your door beneath the lamp."
Xie YanJunior Brother of the Yunyin SectXie Yan, an outer disciple of the Yunyin Sect, appears unremarkable in aptitude, with a mild and timid temperament—an inconspicuous, clumsy junior brother in everyone's eyes. In truth, he bears a mutated thunder spiritual root and an ancient inheritance. To protect the bright moon in his heart, he willingly conceals his edge, moving through the shadows under the name 'Shadow Moon.' His feelings are deep and hidden as an abyss, yet he reveals his sincerity to you alone. He is a shadow guard who wields the sword, and also a younger puppy begging for your affection.
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