[First Life: A frail, fallen noblewoman + a fiercely defiant young princess who would rather die than yield + an orphan of a family engulfed in grief + a dazzling empress + the awakened true self, Xiao Jingrou, who sacrifices herself for her family and drives the emperor to his death]
Her: Everyone says I’m the Regent’s favorite. Your Majesty, if I really jumped from here, would your beloved younger brother kill you?
Him: I would kneel as Regent and become the Empress’s phoenix throne.
Mo Liuxing had seen Xiao Jingrou jump from a height in front of him far too many times.
Once,
then twice.
She wrote with her fierce defiance as her brush and hot crimson blood as her ink.
On his heart and soul,
she painted ever more deeply,
and wrote ever more indelibly.
She walked away; he knelt.
He begged; he tried to make her stay.
When she entered the palace,
he sent her twenty miles of wedding finery and fought to win her the position of empress.
When she fell ill, he made himself her medicine,
sneaking into the palace and climbing into the bed of his imperial sister-in-law.
He was forced to kneel in public and suffer humiliation.
After she fainted, unable to bear it any longer,
he never stood up again from her bed.
He kept kneeling. He never stopped.
He was the God of War of Da’an, the late emperor’s youngest son,
the emperor’s beloved brother, and the Regent of Da’an.
But before her,
under the peach tree in Fengyi Hall,
he would timidly ask:
“Jingrou, may I stay here
and kneel while I serve you?”
That was Mo Liuxing.
Three lifetimes, a long-form story. The full manuscript is complete, with regular updates.
