After Taking the Little Prince as My Disciple

The young prince of Yun Song and the young lord of the Heluo clan had been renowned together for years. The young prince was not yet twenty, as handsome as Pan An. Spoiled beyond measure, he was arrogant, unruly, and utterly lawless. The young lord of the Heluo clan, from the snowy mountains, was breathtakingly beautiful and possessed an unyielding spirit. In literature, her talent rivaled that of the legendary poetess; in martial arts, she was peerless. At sixteen, the young prince cared deeply about his pride and refused to be outdone. But he knew he was no match for her in either letters or martial arts, so he took great care of his face, thinking that when he finally met Heluo Zhen, he would compete with her on equal terms. On her way to the capital, where she was to become the Imperial Preceptor as promised, Heluo Zhen learned that the young prince had gone missing. By chance, she later rescued a boy caked in mud, with only a pair of bright, jet-black eyes visible. She thought that this filthy little mud-covered boy couldn't possibly be the noble young prince. But on the day she entered the capital, the young prince sent by imperial decree to welcome her was a handsome young man. His striking eyes were exactly like those of the boy she had rescued the night before. - Heluo Zhen thought rescuing the young prince had been a mere accident, never imagining it was only the beginning. Less than three days after she entered the Imperial Preceptor's residence, an imperial decree arrived: the young prince had gone off to roam the martial world and had been kidnapped along the way... That night, following the decree, she rescued the drugged young prince from a gang of human traffickers. Later... "Imperial Preceptor, the young prince has been captured by bandits." "Imperial Preceptor, the young prince has been sold to the Moon Pavilion..." "Imperial Preceptor, the young prince has run away from home again. He's gone to the frontier, where they're fighting a war..." Heluo Zhen: "…" At last, she believed that His Majesty had truly dumped his utterly lawless, perpetually runaway eldest son on her to educate. Only... as she continued teaching him, the young prince began looking at her differently. - Amid the swirling snow, Li Fengjing lay in Heluo Zhen's arms, blood at the corner of his lips. Desperate and unwilling to let go, he said, "Master, my greatest regret in this life... is that I couldn't give you a phoenix crown and bridal robes, and carry you in an eight-person sedan chair. If there is... a next life, I hope you won't be of the Heluo clan, and I won't be born into the royal family..." Heluo Zhen protected Li Fengjing's life force and gently lifted the man who had closed his eyes. In a tender voice, she whispered, "Why wait for another life? A-Feng, just wait here in peace. Your master will carve out a broad and open road for you." Li Fengjing had always gotten whatever he wanted, but he could never have his master, Heluo Zhen. He could never win her, and what stood between them was not only convention, but a century-old system. Heluo Zhen was revered as the Imperial Preceptor, a woman who steadfastly upheld principles and etiquette. Yet for one person, she broke the rules of propriety three times, causing a sensation throughout the realm. 1v1, happy ending, absolutely must be a happy ending Older woman/younger man (the female lead is three years older); they become master and disciple midway through the story There are investigations and case-solving in the early chapters If you can't get into it, don't force yourself, dear readers. Feel free to leave in good time, and we'll all be better off. Coming soon: Embrace the Vermilion Sun. If you like it, please add it to your collection! The Jiang family of Suzhou was about to be imprisoned in its entirety over a case in the capital. At this critical moment, the Jiang family patriarch learned that the emperor's eldest grandson, Xiao Rong, had traveled south of the Yangtze. He had also heard rumors that Xiao Rong was fond of beautiful women, so in desperation, he sent out the loveliest of the Jiang family's three daughters to plead for help. The third Jiang daughter, Jiang Ying, was a celebrated beauty in Suzhou, delicate and graceful. The moon once beyond reach now seemed close enough to pluck, and countless eyes watched the Jiang residence. Yet Jiang Ying actually stopped Xiao Rong's carriage in the street and charmed the emperor's eldest grandson into intervening to save her family. From then on, the third Jiang daughter remained that untouchable moon, hanging ever higher until they no longer even had the right to gaze up at her. And from then on, a beauty who added fragrance to his sleeves stayed by Xiao Rong's side, accompanying him wherever he went. Rumor had it that the emperor's eldest grandson treasured his beauty like his own eyes, lavishing her with affection and care and wanting to place every treasure in the world at her feet. Yet no matter how cherished she was, the beauty still had no official status. People couldn't help but gossip, saying the emperor's eldest grandson was merely indulging a passing fancy and had no intention of giving her a title. "My lady, what is it this time?" In the bright main hall, before a crowd of maids and servants, the emperor's eldest grandson used his gentle, soothing voice to comfort the weeping beauty. Her tears fell like beads from a broken string. She was terribly aggrieved. "They say you're keeping me as your mistress." The emperor's eldest grandson, who had always been a stickler for propriety, sighed. He could only reach out and gently wipe away her tears. "Why pay them any mind?" "An imperial decree forbidding concubines from becoming wives will soon be issued. If I give you a title now, you'll be stuck as a concubine for the rest of your life. Would you want that?" Jiang Ying stared at him, tears in her eyes. So the reason he doted on her and indulged her, yet never touched her or gave her a title, was not that he was pretending. He wanted to marry her properly. Jiang Ying wasn't the only one stunned. All the servants were, too. Keeping her as a mistress? He was clearly paving the way for her! Synopsis 2 On the eve of their engagement banquet, Xiao Rong stood alone all night in the empty courtyard. Even though every clue pointed to her, he still refused to believe it. His gentle, timid girl couldn't possibly be Mu Sui, a renowned assassin on Fengyou Pavilion's list. At dawn, Jiang Ying landed in the courtyard dressed in black and holding a long sword. When their eyes met, she was panic-stricken. But soon she fixed him with those clear, luminous eyes, just as she always did. Xiao Rong laughed in anger. "What, you've been lying to me all this time, and now you expect me to comfort you?" By then, he had no choice but to admit that from the moment he stepped into the Jiang residence, he had fallen into this beauty's trap. Jiang Ying pressed her lips together without a word, but her heart was so heavy she could hardly breathe. He had treated her sincerely, yet she had spared no effort to draw him into her scheme. Given his hatred of evil, the engagement banquet tomorrow would probably be canceled... He loved the gentle, kind third Jiang daughter, but in the end, she had still let him see Mu Sui in black. She laughed bitterly to herself. So be it. She belonged in the darkness. How could she deserve this brilliant morning sun? But then she saw the morning sun reach out to her. "Enough. Come here. I'll comfort you." At that moment, light poured into every dark corner of Jiang Ying's heart. The sword slipped from her hand. Smiling through her tears, she ran to him and held her Vermilion Sun tightly. 1v1, both are each other's first and only 1. Mu Sui is Jiang Ying. She's the same person from beginning to end, just with another identity. 2. Zhuxi means the sun. The male lead is the female lead's salvation. 3. More notes to come Theme: Grow side by side and help each other succeed