Sinking into the Night's Feast: My Stand-In Is My White Moonlight

“Take my place in his bed, and I’ll make sure Mother stops punishing you,” her younger sister said with a smile like a soft blade, stabbing Feng Luoxue in the heart.

On her wedding night, rain soaked through her bridal robes. Biting down on a handkerchief, she cut her wrist and used her blood to pave her sister’s road to favor.

Who could have guessed that Lord Su Mei of Yuling City would take the scar on her wrist between his fingers, brushing the still-bleeding wound with his thumb? “Does it hurt?” She shook her head, but he suddenly pulled her into his arms. His low laugh vibrated against her eardrums. “This place of mine has been hurting far longer than yours.” It turned out the cruelest thing wasn’t the scheming within the household. It was that while she was standing in for someone else on her wedding night, she would end up giving away her own heart too.