Avoiding Favor

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[Blurb for After My Possessive Disciple Set His Sights on Me:]

After diligently serving as the ruler of the Six Realms for several centuries, Fuyue was exhausted in both body and mind, with her vitality all but drained.

Hoping to make her life a little easier, she picked a young man out of the snow and took him as her disciple to help with her daily affairs.

Her new disciple was named Fengxi. He was handsome, obedient, and very capable. The only odd thing was that whenever he saw her spending time with another man, his face would tense and his gaze turn cold and gloomy.

Fuyue didn't think much of it. Everyone had their quirks.

Later, Fuyue decided to make up for a regret and marry a certain Heavenly Lord, who had descended to the mortal realm with her to undergo a trial. She wanted to experience the tender beauty of love.

On the day of the wedding, Fengxi arrived with a sword in hand. His sword flashed like a rainbow. In the blink of an eye, he killed Fuyue's groom and the guests who had come with ulterior motives.

Kneeling amid the blood pooling across the floor, he gently put her shoes on for her. His bloodstained face wore a docile smile. "In all the Six Realms, I alone deserve to stand by your side, Master, dressed in red with you as we welcome the guests."

He pressed his cheek to the back of her hand, his eyes reddening at the corners. "Have you got that, Master?"

His clan wiped out and his lifelong wish fulfilled, Fengxi decided to go to the frozen north and die.

The frozen north was deserted. Just as he was about to strike himself down, a lazy woman's voice suddenly came from behind him. "Who are you? What brings you here?"

He turned around and saw the brightest moon in the heavens amid the swirling snow.

A poisonous mushroom growing in a damp cave knows that sunlight will kill it, yet it still can't help poking its head out, greedy for that warmth it should never have.

He lowered his hand, knelt, and said, "Please accept me as your disciple, Lady Fuyue."

People need a goal to keep living.

He spent years laying a vast, inescapable net, all to drag the moon into his filthy yet pure love.

"Bonus scene"

When they first met, Fengxi knelt at Fuyue's feet. "Your disciple is willing to die for you, Master."

Later, he pinned her to the bed. "I can die for you, but first, we have to consummate the marriage."

Fuyue: ...I've been had.

[Blurb for this novel]

When Qingqing was thirteen, the emperor sentenced her aunt, a consort in the palace, to death. She cried, "Waaah, I'll never marry the emperor in this lifetime!"

When Qingqing was seventeen, the newly enthroned emperor executed ten traitors outside her home. Their blood blew into her rice bowl. Holding the bowl, she said, "Waaah, I won't marry the emperor in my next life either!"

When Qingqing was twenty, she had become a notorious old maid whom no one nearby would marry. Her father said, "My dear, I've arranged a marriage for you. Get ready to go to your new home."

Overjoyed, she asked her father, "Hahahahahaha, who am I marrying?"

He replied, "The emperor."

Qingqing found a packet of poison and killed herself that very night.

When she woke, she was in a room with a tattered curtain and a bed with a wooden frame. The damp quilt was cold, and the wind stung her. A little palace maid beside her was sobbing uncontrollably. "Your Majesty, even if the emperor doesn't favor you, you shouldn't take your own life!"

"Hic!" Qingqing was dumbfounded.

A small portrait Xuan Shi drew for Xiaobai, thank you! (You may need to view it on a computer.)

[Blurb for The Years I Was the Six Realms' Lucky Charm]

My name is Fuyue. I'm the highest-ranking and oldest god in the Six Realms (crossed out). The people of the Six Realms think of me as their guardian lucky charm and all call me "Lady Matriarch."

I have a handsome disciple named Fengxi. He's the textbook example of a powerful but tragic beauty, a poor little thing. I call him my sweet, obedient disciple and think he's gentle and well-behaved. The people of the Six Realms call him the Rakshasa Lord and say he kills without mercy.

I don't believe them. I think the people of the Six Realms have no taste and are slandering my good disciple.

Then one day, I got carried away and decided to marry an ancient god of my own generation, so I could experience the passionate love everyone talks about.

On the day of the wedding, Fengxi came flying through the air with the Xinglan Sword in hand. His eyes were red as the pigeon-blood rubies on my phoenix crown.

The Xinglan Sword flashed like a flower. In the blink of an eye, he killed my groom and the guests who had come to watch the spectacle.

Blood filled the hall. Fengxi held out his hand to me, his bloodstained face wearing a docile, gentle smile. "Master, come with me."

He took out a spotless white cloth and smiled as he wiped the blood from his sword. "In all the Six Realms, only Fengxi deserves to stand by your side. Isn't that right?"

(Powerful female master x brooding, devoted male disciple)

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