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AuthorBai Yu Zhai Diao Gong

Before her death, Qunqing hated nothing more than the powerful minister Lu Huating—hated him for supporting the new emperor, for his treacherous schemes and ruthless maneuvers. She plotted against him day and night, exhausting every means at her disposal, yet never once gained the upper hand. In the end, she was nothing more than a pawn, discarded by his hand. After her death, she saw the fallen princess she had protected with her life, weeping as she clung to the new emperor’s chest. “Qingqing is dead—what am I going to do?” The new emperor kissed her. “You’ll be fine. Love only me.” Tears streamed down the princess’s face like rain over a delicate flower. “Qingqing is dead. I have only Your Majesty left.” When Qunqing opened her eyes again, she had awakened—three years in the past. She rose, numbly packed her belongings, ignored the princess’s attempts to stop her, tore off her jade coronet and trailing ornaments, cast aside the wooden seal of her office, and turned away. Along with it, she abandoned ten years of careful maneuvering, ten years of walking on thin ice. Restore the kingdom? To hell with that. Lu Huating, the power minister—profoundly calculating, brutally decisive—had cut an invincible path through the political maelstrom. Having long grown weary of human ugliness, he found this lifetime dull and meaningless. Looking back, the only thing that left any impression on him was a female clerk he had poisoned to death at the age of twenty-six—a spy. For the sake of a love-blinded princess, she had given everything, scheming against him time and again. On that final day, she knelt before the palace hall in the height of summer, her expression unchanged, her eyes full of unwillingness. With a smile, she sighed, “The winner takes all,” then tipped her head back and drank it down in one gulp. Blood spilled from her lips, thin and vividly red. When Lu Huating opened his eyes, he had returned to his twenty-third year. Staring at the official document

AuthorBai Lu Cheng Shuang

AuthorMo Shu Bai

Alias风月不相关

AuthorBai Lu Cheng Shuang

AuthorBai Lu Cheng Shuang

AuthorBai Lu Cheng Shuang

AuthorBai Lu Cheng Shuang

Alias鹊踏枝

AuthorBai Lu Cheng Shuang

AuthorMo Shu Bai

Alias苍山雪

AuthorMo Shu Bai

AuthorMo Shu Bai

AuthorZhi Bai

Alias暗河传

AuthorZhou Mu Nan

In the turbulent world of the jianghu, the leader of the assassin organization, Dàjiāzhǎng Xuè Rèn, faces a deadly crisis after being poisoned. With his life hanging by a thread, the three prominent clans beneath the organization see this as an opportunity to incite rebellion. The leader of the “Spider Shadow” assassin group, Sū Mùyǔ, is tasked with escorting Dàjiāzhǎng to Yàowáng Valley to seek the divine physician Bái Hèhúai for treatment. However, along the way, they encounter obstacles from various clans’ assassins. To their shock, the final attempt on Dàjiāzhǎng’s life comes from none other than Sū Chānghé, Mùyǔ’s closest friend from the organization. The two youths, driven by their own beliefs, draw their blades against each other in a fierce confrontation.

Alias锦衣行

AuthorFu Lan

The initial inspiration for writing wuxia came after watching the film The White-Haired Witch (Bai Fa Mo Nu Chuan). The image of the lone, white-haired woman standing atop a peak, so proud yet so lonely, left a lasting impression on my young mind. It was a feeling that lingered, so I picked up my pen. During that turbulent and rebellious period of youth, wuxia became a window to another world. Living between two worlds inevitably made my student years quite perilous. The college entrance exam (Gao Kao) was barely passed, but life is not just about clearing this one hurdle. When worn out and exhausted, I would look ahead and see that one peak is always higher than the next. In the martial world, one is often not in control of their fate. You cannot afford to give up halfway, and this naturally gives rise to infinite resentment. Every time resentment overcomes me, I must vent it through my writing, and in doing so, regain the peace of mind needed to face the next challenge. During this period, I also discovered the wonderful world of the internet. Looking back now, it’s obvious that during the years I spent posting online, my writing style has changed quite a lot. I must thank all my readers for their refinement of my craft. At the same time, I’ve become even more convinced that, indeed, the eyes of the public are sharp. They can detect any flaw…

AuthorGao Qing

Bai Yiran never imagined she’d enter a whirlwind marriage with Leng Yichen, the cold and powerful CEO of an empire—nor that their divorce would be just as swift. All she wanted was a quiet life, free from drama. But Leng Yichen had other plans.After the divorce, he shamelessly pursued her, pulling every trick to keep her close, determined to win her back and shower her with the kind of love that left the world breathless. Handsome young idols, scumbag exes, charming colleagues, eligible doctors—none could get within arm’s reach of Bai Yiran.Spoiled by his unwavering devotion, Bai Yiran would often toss her head and declare:“Ever since I married into the Leng family, I’ve been the only one he pampers! There are thousands of beauties out there, but he just has to spoil me—and only me! So I asked him, ‘Why not spread the love around a little?’ And guess what? He just won’t listen!”