The Stand-In White Moonlight Takes Her Place

The Stand-In White Moonlight Takes Her Place for Real

From the very first day Yuan Jinxi entered the prince's residence, she knew she was a stand-in for the person Prince Ying longed for but could never have.

But she did not mind. Being a stand-in let her escape the abuse of the prefect's daughter and avoid being sent to the Directorate of Music.

She could even use Prince Ying's influence to rescue her wrongfully accused father. She was more than happy to play the stand-in!

But... was something wrong with Prince Ying? He actually wanted to marry a butcher's daughter like her and make her his princess consort?

Fortunately, the real person appeared at the last possible moment. Yuan Jinxi breathed a sigh of relief, happily packed her things, and prepared to run away.

From then on, the sea would be wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky high enough for birds to fly... Or not.

Because as soon as she left, Prince Ying caught up with her. "Where is my princess consort going? Why not take me along?"

There was a rumor in the capital that Prince Ying, Qi Xuan, had fallen in love at first sight with the second young lady of the Minister of Rites's household. He had even prepared the betrothal gifts, but the young lady entered a Daoist temple to pray for her parents for three years.

After repeatedly failing to persuade her, Prince Ying rescued a woman who looked like her on his way back and brought her to his residence, where he doted on her endlessly.

Everyone said Prince Ying was devoted, and felt both moved and sorry for the woman praying for her parents in the Daoist temple.

Only Prince Ying, Qi Xuan, knew that the little girl he had brought back to his residence was no stand-in. She was the very person he had always longed for and searched for.

Bonus scene:

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! News has just arrived from outside the palace: His Highness Prince Ying brought a woman back to his residence."

"Are you sure it's a woman, not a man?" the emperor asked urgently.

"A woman. Plenty of people saw her. There's no mistake." The eunuch beamed.

"Good, good. Have they consummated the marriage?"

The eunuch looked up at the sky helplessly. It was broad daylight, and the sun was at its most scorching.

Bonus scene 2:

"Mother, news came from outside the palace today. Brother Xuan brought a woman back to his residence."

"Are you sure it's a woman, not a man?" The empress dowager stood up from her couch in delight.

"A woman. Plenty of people saw her. There's no mistake." The emperor nodded.

"Good, good. Have they consummated the marriage?"

The emperor looked up at the sky helplessly. It was broad daylight, and the sun was at its most scorching.

Coming soon: To Cultivate Talismans, You Have to Win with Quantity

Fang Qingya was known as the most useless genius.

Her genius lay in her dual thunder-and-wood spiritual roots, whose purity was at the maximum. She absorbed spiritual energy as easily as eating and drinking.

Her uselessness lay in her meridians, so thin they could rival strands of hair, and a dantian so small it could be compared to a teacup. What else could you call someone who could not even cast the Dust-Cleansing Spell?

Fang Qingya had this to say: But I'm a talisman cultivator.

If one talisman was equivalent to all her magical power, then wouldn't drawing ten be like sending ten of herself into battle? What about a hundred, a thousand?

So, while other talisman cultivators threw talismans one by one, Fang Qingya threw them by the stack. While other talisman cultivators went all out by filling the sky with talismans, Fang Qingya went all out by plastering the entire arena with them!

The sword cultivators who had never seen this sneered: I can break ten thousand arts with one sword. However many there are, I'll cut them all down.

The spell cultivators who had only heard of her were unconcerned: My magic reaches the heavens. However many there are, I'll burn them all.

Soon, everyone was in tears. Why had even the simplest Vine-Calling Talisman become so powerful in Fang Qingya's hands?

Fang Qingya only smiled without answering. Who said that talisman cultivators could win with quantity alone? She had quality, too!

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