Glory in the Ashes

When Xiao Mingyu was still the pampered young lady of the lofty Prince Qin's household, she once described Qi Chuan this way: His face was like the autumn moon, his complexion like flowers at dawn in spring, his sideburns sharply trimmed, his brows ink-dark, his face like peach blossoms, and his eyes like autumn waters. It turned out that lines used to describe women could also be used for a man. Less than two years after she said that, Qi Chuan transformed into a fierce general at Prince Qin's side, known as the Jade-Faced Asura. She thought she would never again have anything to do with the man who had become the Jade-Faced Asura, but fate made their lives more deeply intertwined than anyone else's. When she was trapped with nowhere to run and her life hanging by a thread, he rode into the enemy ranks with his spear and rescued her from danger. Flames soared into the sky, and the pursuers behind them followed close on their heels. A few drops of blood spattered across Xiao Mingyu's face. He reached out to wipe them away. He paused briefly, then a dazzling, faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He pulled Xiao Mingyu close and said, "Hold on tight." From that moment on, their fates became tightly bound together, and they never parted again. When Qi Chuan first met Xiao Mingyu, he disliked spoiled young ladies like her, especially since she'd embarrassed him in front of everyone. Later, when others bullied him, Xiao Mingyu stood up for him and silenced all objections, leaving the arrogant young heirs of noble families thoroughly humiliated. He must have already fallen for her then, but he didn't dare confess his feelings. He always treated Xiao Mingyu as if she were a goddess. He remembered one year, returning from inspecting the troops, when he saw Xiao Mingyu practicing her sword beneath the moon. Her slender figure was slight, and her plain white robes unfurled like rosy clouds with every movement. A pale wrist emerged from her wide sleeve, gripping her sword. She was like a cold moon trailing frost, descending from the heavens into the mortal world and displaying a peerless elegance. His heart suddenly tightened, and a pang of bittersweet ache welled up inside him. So this person really is mine... Later, the general, born into a humble family, achieved one great victory after another at a young age. He had never been defeated, and the mere mention of his name struck terror along the border. No one dared challenge the God of War. Yet there was one girl whom the general cherished in the palm of his hand. Reader advisory: 1. This is a romance-focused story, with the plot taking a supporting role. The leads heal each other, the heroine grows over time, and the hero is a dark-hearted schemer. The author loves old-school melodrama, and every kind of clichéd twist you can think of, and even some you can't, will appear in this novel. Read at your own discretion. 2. Over 100,000 words. The heroine becomes slightly dark later in the story. Read at your own discretion. 3. I write novels as a way to unwind, so if my writing makes you unhappy, let's part on good terms. 4. Updates are regular. If you enjoy the story, please consider adding it to your favorites! Thank you so much! (*^_^*) Theme: Stand on your own two feet and grow stronger.