Pillow of Blades

When Wei Ruliu was twelve, his betrothal was arranged. The betrothal token was a sword. He kept the blade, while his fiancée kept the scabbard. Later, his parents took their own lives, and his maternal family was wiped out. He fell from grace and wandered far from home, gripping his curved sword. When he appeared before the world again, his black clothes were stained with blood. Wielding a curved sword without a scabbard, he rose to power over the corpses of the entire Judicial Prison Bureau. Everyone feared him and saw him as a "demon blade" that killed without shedding blood. Only Mu Qiu remembered that if not for the calamity ten years ago, Wei Ruliu would still have been the noble, radiant eldest grandson of the imperial family, rather than the ruthless official in bloodstained black he had become. "The world sees you as a demon blade, but you can't think of yourself as nothing but a weapon for killing." "Then will you be my scabbard, always?" My blade hidden in its scabbard, I belong to you. * As a child, Mu Qiu received a scabbard. She once thought she and Wei Ruliu had only just met. Later, she learned that their first meeting was actually a long-awaited reunion, carefully planned for years. #Childhood friends and fated strangers# P.S. 1. Demon blade x his scabbard, ruthless official x his beauty. 2. This bloodstained, scabbardless curved sword rests in her arms as she sleeps. Theme: Lend me the foresight to look ahead and behind, and the steadfast heart of a youth.