Rebellion as Jade

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[Blurb]

A gentle, scheming Ghost King, brave on the outside but timid within, who becomes a third party for love, x

A Demon Lord with an unconventional style who breaks the rules and actively pretends to be a good-for-nothing.

In storybooks, immortals leap from the Ninth Heaven and die on the Execution Platform, either for love or for all living beings.

But the reason Bi Lan chose to leap from the Ninth Heaven left everyone gaping.

The immortals of the Heavenly Realm: "As a piece of jade, haven't you heard the saying, 'Better to be shattered as jade than kept whole as a tile'?"

Bi Lan: "In a harmonious society, why go around breaking things when everything's perfectly fine?"

The immortals of the Heavenly Realm shuddered: ...

Cang Ci, Crown Prince of the Heavenly Realm, closed in step by step. "I thought you cared for me so much because you'd fallen in love with me."

Bi Lan: "Have you ever heard the phrase 'a parent's deep love for their child'?"

Cang Ci shuddered: ...

One day, the Ghost King Li Yun raised his harmless-looking face and smiled, filling the room with spring. As Bi Lan stared in surprise, her cherry lips parted, he discreetly leaned in.

Li Yun: "Have you ever heard the phrase 'a parent's deep love for their child'? Well, that love can only be for me."

Bi Lan shuddered: ...

Are you more afraid of being born ordinary, or of coming down from your divine pedestal and having your fervent spirit broken by reality?

Everyone who seeks you wants to test you, destroy you, praise you, and place you on a pedestal.

I only want to come closer and understand you.

If you cannot conquer your own heart, how can you conquer the heavens?

A bowl of inspiring chicken soup, freshly cooked by Conghua, with spice, savory fragrance, sweetness, sourness, and bitterness, sets out to reprogram the Three Realms.

(When we were young, we all wanted to save the world when we grew up. Once we really did grow up, we found that we weren't the chosen ones destined to shoulder a great mission. We can barely even save ourselves. And yet, day after day, we must fight to rescue ourselves from a thousand trials and tribulations, then learn to love this scarred world.)

The male and female leads keep revealing their true identities along the way. They are each other's first love, and have both secretly loved each other.

My next story will be The Pearl Pendant. Please add it to your collection in my author profile!

[Blurb]

Until she was nine, Wei Mingzhu always thought her life at Hidden Dragon Manor was quite good.

Though she was an orphan, her master, Gu Jiu Chen, had taken her in and made her his disciple. She was his favorite little apprentice.

She was sweet-looking and quick-witted, lively without being dull and never deliberately vying for attention.

Though she was young, she already wielded the Pearl Saber with formidable skill.

Her master doted on her, and her senior brothers and sisters treated her wonderfully too. They had truly made her the "pearl" of Hidden Dragon Manor.

That was until, when she was nine, Gu Jiu Chen brought home a junior apprentice named Qiao Yuanji, who was half a year younger than her.

In front of others, Qiao Yuanji acted obedient and spoke as sweetly as honey. But with her, it was as if his tongue were coated in poison: he was always cutting and sharp-tongued.

She couldn't beat him in looks.

She couldn't beat him in shamelessness, either.

As for martial arts, when she drew her gleaming Pearl Saber, he already had a pair of sabers spinning dazzlingly in his hands.

Wei Mingzhu thought Qiao Yuanji's birth chart must have been chosen by Heaven specifically to bring her down, after she'd had too easy a life.

They bickered and argued, but they still spent five years together at Hidden Dragon Manor.

Until one day, he suddenly vanished without a trace.

Later, the junior apprentice of Hidden Dragon Manor, Wei Mingzhu, became a person despised by everyone in the martial world: a woman accused of murdering her master and slaughtering her fellow disciples.

With her pearl sullied and herself fallen into an abyss, Wei Mingzhu had no choice but to conceal her identity and disappear into the martial world.

Years later, when they met again, the sharp-tongued boy from back then held out his hand to her.

The feelings they had never dared to name all those years ago were finally laid bare.

She heard him say:

"Wei Mingzhu, as long as you're willing to stand up, I'll walk with you through this dark night for as long as it takes."

Just as she had once said to him, many years ago.

A story about a young martial arts hero and heroine roaming the jianghu, a childhood-friends version of Pride and Prejudice set in ancient times.

Inspired by Gao Yang Tai: Rainbow Reflected on the Bridge by Zhu Yizun of the Qing dynasty.

Ye Yuanli of Wujiang once crossed the Rainbow Bridge as a young man. A girl saw him from an upper story and fell in love with him, eventually becoming ill and dying. As she drew her last breath, Yuanli happened to pass her door again. Her mother told Ye of her final words. He entered to weep, and only then did the girl's eyes close. A friend wrote a biography for her, and I recorded it in verse.

The bridge's shadow arches like a rainbow, the lake's light reflects the snow. The emerald curtains remain unraised in the deep spring. A single sideways glance, and a brokenhearted soul lingers in the shade beneath the balcony. The drifting threads cannot hold back the prince's carriage; who can ask the bluebird to carry a message? It is hardest to bear. I lean against every railing, dreaming beneath every quilt.

I return, but the morning clouds have already scattered. I grieve that the pearl pendant has grown cold, and the purple jade smoke has vanished. The peach blossoms from before still bloom along the riverbank. When love runs deep, one fears the path of longing; I wait by the long embankment, where the grass is filled with red hearts. I sigh in sorrow. In the blue heavens above and the yellow springs below, we cannot find each other in either place.

Theme: The world wounds me with pain, yet I will answer it with song.