The Legend of Mi Yue: Lingering Fragrance of Warm Jade

She came from another world, her soul inhabiting another body to carry on the bloodline. A different future, a different era. She would take charge of her own destiny... He was the least remarkable of the many princes of Great Wei, yet he possessed the ambition and cunning of an emperor, with his heart set on the throne. Amid the struggle for imperial power and their ruthless schemes, who would have the last laugh? Their encounter was like a stroke of vermilion ink, splashing a flutter of emotion into their hearts; Their meeting was fate, but also a doomed romance, for they were simply too different to work together. He held her in his heart. His cold, unyielding heart softened and stirred inexplicably for her, yet he could not confess his true feelings. She still smiled at the world, riding freely and making merry, clever and ruthless, strong-willed and lovable; ...If you can't give me what I want... ...then don't make promises so lightly... A few days of secluded embroidery, and the finished piece is a delight to wear. A curve of warm jade, small and light upon the waves; two petals of autumn lotus drift softly to the ground. She treads the southern road in spring, leaving traces of youth; in the western chamber she waits for the moon, while the night stays hushed. She admires the flowers, dew dampening the moss, then lays them by the window to dry in the evening sun. [This is a warm and cozy story. Please refrain from flaming the novel or attacking the author. Updates will gradually resume soon. Hope you enjoy it, kisses!]