
Lord Rong, Your Delicate Older Sister Is Sharpening Her Sword
荣大人,你那柔弱阿姐在磨剑啊
by Xuan Chuan (悬川)
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 102k Words
- Genre
- Ancient Romance
- Subgenre
- Ancient-Style Life
- Updated
- 1mo ago
- English
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Synopsis
[Older Woman and Younger Man + Winning Her Back + World-Weary, Aloof Beauty + Powerful, Devoted Man]
Lu Mi flees from Heyang City all the way to Lanli, on the southwestern frontier, as the throne changes hands and the realm descends into chaos.
When she is sixteen, she saves Rong Ji amid the turmoil with a short sword.
She thinks she has simply rescued a burden on a whim.
What she doesn’t know is that, from that first glance, she becomes the only light in Rong Ji’s life.
Three years later, Lu Mi pushes him away with her own hands to save his life.
When she returns, Rong Ji has helped the current emperor reclaim the realm. He has been promoted and ennobled, and now wields power across the court.
Lu Mi, meanwhile, is still the orphan who clawed her way out of the chaos.
When they meet again in Lanli, he spots her at once.
He tears off her veil, his voice low, as if he has crawled out of hell:
“Elder Sister, do you know that all these years, I’ve lived on my hatred for you?”
Later, the State of Zhao sues for peace.
At a banquet, the princess of Zhao asks the emperor to grant her marriage to Rong Ji.
The whole court is stunned.
Everyone thinks the marriage is already a done deal.
But in front of the emperor and all his officials, Rong Ji openly declares the feelings he has kept hidden for years.
An imperial decree is issued, and Lu Mi becomes Madam Rong.
On their wedding night, red candles flicker.
Rong Ji enters and stands before her, his voice hoarse, every word restrained:
“Elder Sister, once things have settled down, I’ll ask His Majesty to grant us a divorce.”
He thinks she doesn’t want to marry him.
He thinks she has never had feelings for him.
He thinks this is only a marriage of convenience.
But the next moment, Lu Mi suddenly lifts her veil.
She looks at him, cool and composed, then gently kisses his lips.
Rong Ji freezes where he stands.
Lu Mi gazes at him, her voice soft.
“Why didn’t you ask what I wanted this time, A Ji?”