[War] [One Female Lead] [Cautious Cultivation] [Family] [Feel-Good Story]
(Political Strife in the Capital + Governing a Fief + The Chaos of War)
Chu Yuyang studied Princess Qinling closely.
She was clad in a pale pink gown, with a white gauzy robe draped over it, revealing her graceful neck and clearly defined collarbones. The folds of her skirt shimmered like snow and moonlight, flowing softly down to the ground and trailing more than three feet behind her. Her three thousand strands of dark hair were tied up with a ribbon and adorned with a butterfly hairpin, while a lock fell over her chest. Her light makeup only enhanced her beauty, and a faint blush on her cheeks lent her skin the delicate loveliness of flower petals. She seemed like a butterfly dancing in the breeze, or clear, translucent ice and snow...
A gentle breeze brushed past, making her seem as if she might drift away with it.
Chu Yuyang stepped closer, nearly brushing her cheek with his, and said, "Princess, are you worried about me?"
Feeling the heat radiating from Chu Yuyang, Princess Qinling blushed and hurriedly took a step back.
Seeing the princess's shyness, Chu Yuyang smiled and turned to leave. "The sky will clear, the rain will stop, and a man must never say he can't do it."
In a world where might makes right, Chu Yuyang chooses the most comfortable path and puts on the biggest show. He believes in relying on heaven, earth, and his ancestors, just never on himself. That's his unwavering way of survival.
With four ancient books and four skills at his disposal, Chu Yuyang grows step by step from a wastrel into a peerless prodigy.
His unusual method of cultivation shows that techniques are neither good nor evil: it is people who are.
"With both parents alive, brothers getting along, and the family prospering, this isn't how things are supposed to go for someone who transmigrates, is it?" Chu Yuyang wondered, utterly perplexed.
