Long Live the Imperial Preceptor

Some people say life is like a play, but she made the play her life.

Eight years ago, A Jiu was the weakest and most helpless girl in Dongkang.

Eight years later, she became Dongkang's little tyrant. Anyone who crossed her was in for trouble.

Consort Hui cut her allowance, so A Jiu made her spit back out every last thing she'd eaten.

When another palace maid bullied Siyu, A Jiu made sure she couldn't get out of bed for ten days or half a month.

What? The emperor wants to choose an empress?

A Jiu pulled a little trick and left her to keep dreaming.

Someone tried to harm Pingle? Sorry, but they'd end up dead or crippled.

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A Jiu had noticed a long time ago that Yang Xifan could change his face in an instant. One moment, he would be laughing and chatting with others; the next, he'd see her and turn stone-faced.

After thinking it over for a long time, A Jiu decided he probably just hated her.

When she was about to leave, he shouted at her, "Where are you going without saying a word? Didn't you say I was your friend, just like the others?"

The most infuriating part was that everyone from Pingle to the gatekeeper and the old man who swept the floors knew she was leaving. He was the only one who didn't.

A Jiu stood in the center of the Temple of Heaven, moonlight surrounding her. Before she could answer, a dazzling light appeared and blocked their view.

His eyes suddenly reddened with panic. He wanted to say something to make her stay, but the words wouldn't come.

At that moment, it was as if his soul had been ripped out of him, leaving him a walking corpse.

Suddenly, he felt that life wasn't worth much without A Jiu...

But just as everyone was grieving, the ball of white light vanished, leaving A Jiu sitting there with her head in her hands, crying.

Everyone saw that A Jiu hadn't left. Had she decided she couldn't bear to go?

This time, he didn't hesitate. Afraid A Jiu might leave without saying goodbye, he strode forward and lifted her into his arms. "There, there. This time, I'll take you home."

A Jiu didn't answer. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, crying even harder. No one knew she was crying because she could never go back again.

Theme: In an era when human lives were worth no more than weeds, she still stood for equality for all.