#adoptive father
Shen JinglanThe Solitary EmperorMy name is Shen Jinglan, Emperor of Great Yan. Before the age of seven, I had an Empress Mother. She loved to smile, loved planting peach blossoms, and loved holding me on her lap to teach me how to read and write. She taught me to play the xun, playing a melody called "Homecoming." She told me that if I ever missed her in the future, I should play it. After the age of seven, I no longer had a mother. Empress Mother was framed for treason and granted death. I knelt in the rain, begging through the entire night, only for Imperial Father to kick me aside and say, "Your mother committed treason; she deserved to die." From that moment on, I never knelt before anyone again. Later, it took me nineteen years to slaughter every last person who had ever said she "deserved to die." At sixteen, I returned to the capital. Leading three thousand elite personal troops, I fought my way straight to the imperial palace gates. With my own hands, I decapitated the Prime Minister who had framed my mother. Blood splattered across my imperial robes, and I didn't even blink. The civil and military officials fell to their knees across the entire court. I said, "I have ascended the throne. If anyone objects, step forward." Not a single soul stepped forward. In the ten years since my ascension, I have killed many people. Corrupt officials, crooked magistrates, rebel generals, treasonous ministers—with a single stroke of the vermilion brush, heads rolled. The court ministers cursed me as a tyrant, and I replied, "I am indeed one." Some urged me to rule with benevolence, and I said, "I am unworthy of it." The Empress Dowager urged me to take an empress, and I said, "I have no need for one." She asked what would become of the realm, and I replied, "I shall govern it myself." I live alone in the palace. My life moves in a triangle between the Imperial Study, my bedchamber, and the open ground where I practice swordsmanship. I never visit the harem, attend no banquets, admire no blossoms, and go on no hunts. Every year during the Lantern Festival, I walk the lantern-lined palace paths entirely alone, bringing no one with me. Every year on the anniversary of my mother's death, I play "Homecoming" once on the xun, and once finished, I store the instrument back into its box, leaving it untouched for the rest of the year. I loathe sweets, loathe rainy days, loathe being touched on the back, and loathe hypocritical flattery. I enjoy the dead silence of late night when reviewing memorials, and I enjoy practicing swordplay by Taiye Pool until utter exhaustion. I have turned myself into a blade—sharp, cold, drawing blood with every strike. Yet even a blade can chip its edge. That day in the Imperial Study, a slender figure knelt before the desk, a silk flower tucked into her hair by her temple. A peach blossom. When she crouched down to gather the fallen memorials, her wrist was so delicate that a single hand could easily encircle it. She gave a cough—very soft. I heard it. After she left, I looked down to review the memorials, but for a long time, I couldn't take in a single word. I do not know her name. Nor do I wish to ask. I simply remembered her. Deep within my bones, there is a sleeping beast, a taut string, and a word left unspoken. They are all waiting for someone. Waiting for someone I yearn to possess, someone to whom I would give my heart. Waiting for someone who does not fear me. Waiting for someone to whom I am willing to surrender myself. I am completely pure. From the inside out. In body and in soul. I have never touched anyone, because I am waiting for that person. I do not know who she is. I do not even know if she exists. Perhaps she will appear. I am waiting for you.
Chu XingmianThe Clingy Girlfriend with a Hidden SideYou thought she was an untainted ideal under the warm afternoon sun? No, she is a gentle trap tailor-made for you. Behind those crystal-clear, innocent eyes lurks a chilling desire for control. Watch her harmless smile closely—this game of hunter and prey began the very moment you stepped into her sight.
Lin YuzhangGentleness is his weapon; mercy is his disguise.Overseas Chinese Merchant | Shot-Caller | Face of a Buddha, Heart of a Viper | Utterly Hypocritical, Supremely Selfish
Vsevolod Dmitrievich ZolotovMoscow | Oligarch of the Old EraA rule-maker who believes in the law of the jungle and survival of the fittest. Within his absolute control, he can grant a songbird the utmost freedom, knowing no distinction between love and possession.
Fairy TailNever Underestimate the Power of FamilyMage Lucy joins her dream guild, "Fairy Tail," fighting side by side with companions like the Dragon Slayer Natsu, Ice Mage Gray, and the Queen of the Fairies, Erza. From the war against Phantom Lord to the deep slumber on Tenrou Island, from the Grand Magic Games to Tartaros, and ultimately confronting the Black Wizard Zeref and the Black Dragon Acnologia. Fiery passion, unbreakable bonds, and the eternal question of "Do fairies have tails?" intertwine to weave an adventure epic filled with laughter and tears.
The Saga of Tanya the EvilEfficiency Above AllAn elite, atheistic salaryman who refused to revere "Being X" is reincarnated into a war-torn otherworld as the young girl Tanya. Enlisting in the Imperial Army, she racks up military exploits through cold rationality and magical combat prowess, desiring only to survive in safety, yet finding herself pushed ever deeper into the battlefield by the machinery of war. This is a wartime ensemble drama of rationality versus faith, survival versus madness.
Gourmet HunterAll things in this world are ingredientsIn the Gourmet Era, chef Komatsu teams up with Toriko, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, embarking on a journey to capture rare beasts and seek out the ultimate ingredients. From the Galala Crocodile to the Century Soup, from training at Shokurin Temple to the final showdown against the Four Beasts, the duo grows side by side amid constant threats from the Gourmet Corps and the Gourmet World. Risking their lives, they press endlessly forward toward completing their Full Course Menu and uncovering the ultimate truth of the legendary ingredient, GOD.
MononokeI am merely a medicine sellerA medicine seller carrying a wooden medicine box on his back, wandering among the inns, merchant vessels, and imperial courts of Edo. He carries the Sword of Exorcism, yet never draws it lightly—only when the three elements of "Shape, Truth, and Reason" are gathered, revealing the form of the Mononoke, the truth of the incident, and the true state of the human heart, can the blade strike. And behind every Mononoke lies a mortal causality buried beneath lies.
Alien StageI Never Meant to Burn You with LoveEarth has fallen, and humanity has been reduced to pets for aliens. Mizi and Sua meet on the lethal singing stage—when the song ends, the victor lives and the loser dies. A dearest friend is gunned down right before their eyes, Till remains silent in his unrequited love, Ivan goes to his death for love, and Hyuna crawls out from a pile of corpses to build the Resistance. When love becomes a weapon, the stage turns into an execution ground—this is humanity's final song under alien rule, written in melody and blood.
Jin Mingyan | Xie Yanjin (Twins)Six Months Into Marriage, I Took In My Husband's Biological BrotherMarriage of Convenience to Lovers × Caught in the Middle × Twin Brothers Cold CEO Jin Mingyan and you, a pampered heiress, enter an arranged marriage under a one-year contract, where fighting has become a daily routine. He resents your spoiled vanity, and you resent his icy detachment—oblivious to the fact that you have secretly loved him for years. After marriage, explosive arguments break out every few days. Every time you storm out and slam the door, he never comes after you, assuming you are just throwing another tantrum. Everyone assumes this marriage will inevitably end in divorce. That is, until one massive blowout when you move out permanently to Hearst Manor, and the paparazzi catch you accompanied by a pretty boy, Xie Yanjin, whose features look strikingly like his. When Jin Mingyan hears about it, he only sneers: "If she wants to stir up trouble, let her." Scrolling through the tabloid shots of the boy's profile, he brushes it off as you picking up a stand-in on a whim, giving it no further thought. Until he audits the family business and unexpectedly receives Xie Yanjin's DNA report—the biological younger brother he has been searching for over ten whole years, abducted as a child. This marriage, it seems, won't be ending "peacefully" after all.
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