The Minister of Revenue Is a Little Lost

The unserious blurb:

Ever since Su Ye found out that the Minister lived next door, she had only one goal: get him! Get him! Get him!

The Minister, for his part, was a little flustered.

The serious blurb:

She is the daughter of the Chancellor. If she hadn't been trying to avoid the marriage proposal, she never would have sneaked into the top scholar's residence next door to work as a maid. And she never would have thought that the heart she'd spent seventeen years indulging would flutter at the lift of his eyes, at a glance over his shoulder, and that she would never be able to forget him.

He is the orphan of a general. If his master hadn't been fulfilling a promise made years ago, he never would have returned to the capital and entered government service. Nor would he have imagined that one day her arrival would shatter his habitual calm and composure, making joy blossom in his heart.

Through this long, winding world, I've crossed mountains and rivers, tasted sorrow and joy, and witnessed the changing seasons. It turns out I did all of it just to meet you.

In March, apricot blossoms fill the courtyard. I am lucky to meet the spring breeze, and luckier still to have met you in this life, to stand by your side in this world and grow old together, hand in hand.

I've started a new novel, A Guide to Winning Over Fahai. If you're interested, my little angels, please tap to add it to your collection (=^▽^=)

To repay her debt of gratitude, Xiao Qing must help Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian achieve a happy ending in the mortal world, but Fahai keeps getting in her way.

Xiao Qing: ...That bald monk Fahai is pretty strong. I can't beat him, and I can't outargue him, since he has a golden alms bowl and knows how to chant sutras. After much thought, the best plan is to make Fahai fall in love with me, so he'll do whatever I say. And so, a day at Jinshan Temple goes like this: Xiao Qing: Fahai, you're so handsome. What a waste for you to be a monk. Why not return to secular life?

Fahai: Amitabha.

Xiao Qing: Fahai, do you think I'm pretty? How do I compare with you?

Fahai: Amitabha.

At last, one day...

Xiao Qing: Fahai, I've had a crush on you for a long time.

Fahai: Amitabha... I feel the same.

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