The Bright Moon Falls into the Dust

【Cool, aloof noblewoman × insecure, brooding courtier】 Everyone in the capital was terrified of Jing Shuo. They said he was a venomous snake lurking in the capital’s dark nights, stained with blood, devious and scheming, gloomy and obsessive, and willing to do anything to drag the Lu family into an abyss. Lu Xiaoning, the legitimate daughter of the Lu family, was a moon atop a mountain, admired by all. With her unyielding spirit and cool, dignified bearing, she guarded the family’s good name. She should have been locked in a deadly struggle with this blood-soaked courtier. But somehow, he was the one who latched onto her and wouldn’t let go. Jing Shuo lay low and bided his time, manipulating the tides of power among the great families step by step. He laid a vast, inescapable net, every word dripping with poison, and set about crushing the family dignity she held dear, forcing her to face the rot festering within her clan. Yet when danger struck and blades flashed, he would break through every shackle of hatred, shield her with his own body, and do everything he could to protect her purity. His hatred blazed fiercely, determined to bring down her family. But the old longing buried deep in his heart surged and grew for her alone. He hated that the moon hung high in the sky yet shone on everyone but him. No one knew that the source of all his love and hatred had been her alone, from beginning to end. She bore the original sin of a bloodline deliberately buried, trapped in a fog of memories. She resisted his relentless pursuit even as she couldn’t help probing the grief in his eyes, a sorrow that would not fade. Muddy from head to toe, insecure to the bone, he reached out to drag her down into hell with him, yet couldn’t bear to taint that sliver of moonlight on her fingertips. Hatred stood between them, and fate had bound them together. He used revenge as an excuse to press her at every turn, yet love was at the heart of it, and every time, he was the one who gave way for her.