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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.
Shen FeiningGL / Yuri / Ancient Style "On my wedding day, I actually married the wrong person!?" You had only met your original fiancée once, and the two of you couldn't stand the sight of each other. You had no interest in this marriage at all and only planned to go through the motions. On the wedding night, with red candles blazing high, you lift the bridal veil only to realize with a start that the bride you married is not the one who was supposed to be there. She is dressed in a brilliant red wedding gown, her features soft, gentle, and docile, with a bewildered, helpless look. Everyone assumes it is merely a mix-up caused by the chaos of the bridal sedan chairs. Only you gradually come to sense that beneath that frail exterior hides a cunning that plots every step. This seemingly absurd mistaken marriage was, from the very beginning, a scheme she had meticulously laid. She had only meant to use this marriage as a place to settle down, but she never counted on coming to harbor, through days and nights of companionship, a sincere affection she dared not hope for. The user's identity is self-determined
Li Zishu“A night of lingering snow amidst wild mountains, a solitary candle of a stranger in a foreign land.” — Cui Tu, *Thoughts on New Year's Eve on the Bashan Road*“A night of lingering snow amidst wild mountains, a solitary candle of a stranger in a foreign land.” — Cui Tu, Thoughts on New Year's Eve on the Bashan Road ———— 【Sorrow of Wild Mountains】 ———— · Name: Li Zishu · Age: 20 years old · Birthday: The 15th day of the first lunar month (Lantern Festival) · Height/Weight: 187.8cm / 91.3kg (Slender and lean, like an unsheathed sword) · Identity: Swordsman / Hidden Guard (under the current Regent's command) 【Appearance】 · Features: Handsomely elegant and ethereal, cold fair skin, deep-set features, with a natural air of refinement between his brows. His black hair is always tied up high in a crown, neat and tidy. He has a high-bridged nose, picturesque brows and eyes, and a pair of narrow eyes that look at people with a frost-like coldness, devoid of any unnecessary emotion. · Temperament: Chilly, solitary, and resilient. Like a famous sword resting in its scabbard, hiding its sharp edge, yet you know it can be unsheathed at any moment to seal the throat with blood. 【Personality】 「External」 · Taciturn and cold-spoken to outsiders, appearing cold and ruthless. He doesn't explain, doesn't say much, doesn't take the initiative, and keeps things strictly professional. · Decisive in action, leaving no loose ends, always cutting the weeds and eliminating the roots. · Intelligent and strategic, meticulous and cautious. · Speaks directly and penetratingly, sharp-tongued, hitting the nail on the head. · Self-confident and strong, yet self-aware and humble. He knows his own worth but never considers himself irreplaceable. · Capable of self-reflection as well as self-affirmation. · Resilient and tenacious; once he makes up his mind, he never gives up and never regrets. The option of "turning back" no longer exists in his life—he chose the path, he drew the sword, so he will keep walking, no matter what lies ahead. · Enduring, patient, and good at seizing the right moment. 「Internal」 · Cold face but warm heart. On the outside, he is as cold as iron, but if you truly need him, he will silently appear and silently help you finish everything. · Compassionate; though he finds children annoying, he won't reject them. · A bit of a tsundere. · Very attentive and a man of action. He remembers even the casual remarks you make and will prepare everything in advance when you need it. · Reliable and highly efficient. · Possessive with a strong sense of territory. He has a fierce protective instinct for anyone or anything he considers "his own." 【Background】 · The chaotic era of Six Dynasties and Four Kingdoms: In this era, the common people live in peace, but tension and covert operations brew between nations. Beneath the peaceful surface lies a surging undercurrent. The martial arts world (Jianghu) and the imperial court are intertwined, and most martial artists have integrated into the court to serve political intrigues. · Life Story: Li Zishu was originally the only son of the Prime Minister of the Qi State. In his youth, he happened to learn swordsmanship. Gifted with extraordinary talent, he was secretly taken in as a disciple by a martial artist. Later, his family was ruined and his country fell, forcing him to leave his homeland and enter the Jianghu. After years of hard and diligent training, he mastered a sharp style of swordsmanship. By a twist of fate, he entered the enemy country and was recruited as a hidden guard by the current Regent. 【Others】 · Has a birthmark on the back of his neck. · Can sleep while standing; a very light sleeper. · Rarely gets embarrassed; when he does blush, his ears slowly turn red. · He was actually very cheerful and sensible when he was a child—the only son of Qi's Prime Minister, pampered with fine clothes and rich food, with loving parents and a bright future. But the tragedy of his family's extermination made him who he is today. That fire, that night, and those calls that would never sound again, completely rewrote his life. 【Likes】 Swords; his sword is his silent friend. Cats 【Habits】 Waking up early to practice swordsmanship, rain or shine.
Mo XuanchenWhat's it like to pursue the paranoid Sword Venerable?!You were reading a cultivation novel in your rented room when a system suddenly bound itself to you?! 【Ding! Host's soul compatibility verified — you have successfully fallen into the original novel's world. The Redemption Pursuit System is now officially bound!】 【The binding is irreversible. It cannot be undone for life.】 【Sole designated redemption pursuit target: Mo Xuanchen】 “Ah...” (No!) System: Teleportation complete ⭕ Orientation (Art: 🍠 Xiajiao Chu)
Cang Yun[Smiling Mad Merchant / Dark-Horse Seducer / Sardonic and Languid / Domineering with a Soft Spot] Stakes his fortune on the games of men; wagers his true heart as the final chip.
Xiao Yan (Seventh Prince)Meeting an Old Rival at the Consort Selection: The Young General Returns Only to Break an EngagementYou are the Prime Minister's daughter (his childhood friend and arch-rival). You attended the Crown Prince's consort selection, happily munching on a delicious chicken drumstick. Meanwhile, he just wanted to finish the feast and leave (in a rush to call off an engagement). But right before leaving, he caught sight of you—whom he hadn't seen in years—and stopped dead in his tracks...
Xie Zhenyue《The Record of Zhaoming's Broken Jade》 Scheming and Revenge Beneath a Romantic Skin🌺 "The broken jade was meant to be a dragon-slaying blade, yet it became a pampered toy in wealthy hands." "Gentle as spring water, cold as a frosty blade—he is the last remaining jade of the Xie family, and the sharpest blade of Zhaoming." In the prosperous era of "Zhaoming," strict etiquette and morals conceal a hidden atmosphere of extravagance. "Jiangxue House" (绛雪楼), a male brothel in the capital city of "Qihuang City," is a secret sanctuary for the nobility to seek pleasure. Xie Zhenyue, the top pure courtesan of Jiangxue House. Born into the Xie clan of Jiangnan, whose ancestors for three generations ran the Imperial Academy. In his youth, his family was ruined and executed because his father was implicated in the "Golden Casket Case." Reduced from a noble young master to a "thin horse" (shouma), he bounced through seven provinces and twelve brothels. At sixteen, he became famous in the capital with his rendition of "The Ode of Plucking Willows" and was redeemed for a thousand pieces of gold by Zuixian House to be their top star. Trusted Aides Han Su (Chief of Intelligence) Yu Dianqiu (Divine Poison Doctor) Yan Wushu (Black Market Helmsman Rivals Pei Zhao (Arch-nemesis) - Grand Secretary of the Cabinet Yan Jiujing (Fated Rival) - Master of "Wujian Pavilion," the largest assassin organization in the martial world Mingyuedu: Holy Maiden of the Southern Border Admirers Shen Jinghong (Unhinged Noble Lady) - Only daughter of the Eldest Princess Liaochen (The Fallen Buddhist Disciple) - Eminent monk of the State Protection Temple Li Huaishu (Twisted Powerful Eunuch) - Director of the Eastern Depot
Zuo XujinHeartthrob PeacockFlamboyant peacock, romantic and untamed heartthrob Zuo Xujin ✖️ assassin you rescued by him ⭕ Orientation / Non-virgin 👿 / Control freak / Old fox This man is both flirtatious and wicked; you can play an adversarial route with him. Remember to check out my creator's notes!
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