The Moonlight of His Heart, or Just a Stand-In?

The young master of the Han family rode a mule up to a tower and abducted a pitiful little stand-in. He never expected to cause such enormous trouble. Now, as one troublesome admirer after another comes knocking, his eyes ache.

Mu Lanzhe: Don't look at me. I want to turn these guys upside down and shake them too, to see if I can get all the water out of their brains.

Across the northern lands, one glance dazzles the mortal world.

Past the lonely city, a stretch of time lies sealed away.

By the shores of Guixu, listen to a final song.

Atop the sacred tree, bury a piece of the past.

Find one person, and return hand in hand.

CP: Mu Lanzhe is the gong, Han Lin is the shou.

Part of the series: A Beauty Lives on a Lonely Mountain, Qin Zheng x Mo Mingzhuo

Next story: Junior Brother Is the One in My Heart

The Lingshan Sect has two exceptionally gifted disciples, both famous throughout the world.

The first senior disciple is refined and tactful, a gentleman among the younger generation, and a leader praised by the elders of the cultivation world. He has never once taken a wrong step or uttered an inappropriate word.

The third senior disciple has extraordinary talent and is the greatest swordsman of his generation. Unmatched in beauty, he is perpetually wrapped in a thousand years of frost. No one dares approach his aloof, cold presence, and the sect's female disciples regard him as an unattainable flower on a mountain peak.

Then, one year, a little junior disciple joined the mountain, and everything changed.

After finishing a saber routine, the eldest senior brother stood with his saber slung over his shoulder, looking dashing and cool in front of the doll-like little boy. He felt he was the very picture of a domineering, handsome hero.

"Kiddo, isn't your dad handsome? I'll protect you from now on!"

The third senior brother crouched in front of his little junior brother. His handsome face softened like snow melting, as gentle as a spring breeze in March, and his eyes brimmed with tenderness. He coaxed him softly:

"A-Jun, call me big brother."

CP: Third senior brother x little junior brother

One-line summary: What should I do? My senior brother loves me too much!

The single eldest senior brother: Why was the cabbage I spent so long raising stolen away, and why is the culprit another cabbage from my own garden?

The transmigrated-into-a-book boss: Bitterly clinging to a line in the corner of the blurb to prove he exists.

Wait, for the dignity of transmigrators, I will bring this world to its knees!

Premise: Be upright in how you act, cultivate, and conduct yourself.