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Books by 颜泠兮
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The Phoenix Hides, the Wolf Lies in Wait 凤隐狼韬
As the agony exploded through her, she looked back and saw her deputy, Chen Yan, slowly lowering the army’s only one of three siege crossbows. He was the man she had carried off the battlefield three times, dragged out of piles of corpses, and who had sworn to give his all for her. There was no guilt on his face, only a calm so numb it was almost lifeless. “Don’t blame me, Your Highness. You shine too brightly, so brightly that… you’re in someone else’s way.” “Who…” she asked, coughing up blood.
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The Mu Family Has a Lucky Carp 沐府有锦鲤
Across the vast Gobi Desert, a band of cavalry raced through the night, their horses’ hooves wrapped in cloth to muffle the sound. They skirted the city and headed straight for a mountain pass. The guards there were lax, drinking and gambling. The cavalry struck without warning, and the guards were cut down before they could react. The pass fell, and the barbarian army poured through, capturing three cities in succession and advancing on the western frontier’s key stronghold: Yumen Pass. The com
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The Female Chief Councillor’s Road to the Top 女首辅青云路
Ruan Wenyan held out both hands. Those hands had once handled documents from the Privy Council and reviewed urgent reports from the frontier, but now they trembled violently. The moment the swaddled baby settled in his arms, warmth seeped through the brocade. The little girl suddenly broke into a smile, showing her toothless gums, her eyes curving like crescent moons. The fifty-year-old Grand Preceptor’s tears fell onto his daughter’s face.
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From Ghost-Wedding Maid to Spiritual Tide State Preceptor 从阴婚婢女到灵汐国师
At the third quarter of the Xu hour, the night watchman's clapper echoed through the narrow alley from two streets away. The dull sound was like someone knocking on an empty coffin. Wind whistled through the woodshed in the Jiang family's back courtyard. A few roof tiles had collapsed under the snow a few days earlier, and moonlight streamed through the hole, falling squarely on the figure curled up in the corner. Jiang Xingwan woke up. The bitter taste still lingered in her mouth. Her tongue wa
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