The Monk in the Moon

Complete. Please support the official release! Thank you! (I) Yuezhen had terrible luck. She didn't get married until she was twenty. On her wedding night, her supposedly handsome husband tripped over the threshold, hit his head on the corner of a table, and died in the prime of his life. That very day, she became a widow. She felt she'd gotten a raw deal. Still in mourning, she couldn't bear the thought of a life alone and wanted to experience love. After considering her options, she set her sights on her young brother-in-law, who had become a monk as a child. With his refined features and elegant bearing, he was the one! Under cover of night, Yuezhen, dressed in white mourning clothes, approached him. Using the moonlight to hide her flushed face, she asked, “Monk, have you ever held a woman's hand?” Liaoji kept his brows and eyes lowered, pretending he hadn't heard. She summoned her courage and held out her hand. “You can hold mine. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.” Liaoji caught sight of her delicate, boneless hand and closed his eyes. “...Before the Bodhisattva, elder sister-in-law, you should conduct yourself with propriety.” He wanted her to behave herself? Fine. She promptly turned her attention to someone who wouldn't ask that of her. (II) Liaoji, commonly known as Second Master He, had entered the Buddhist order as a child and long since left the mortal world behind. That is, until his clingy little sister-in-law started clinging to someone else. Gradually, rumors that she was unfaithful and involved with another man spread everywhere, and he couldn't find peace She had already disturbed his Zen heart. How could he let her go and ruin someone else's life? Everyone knew the abbot of Little Compassion Temple was restrained and detached, with no interest in worldly affairs. No one expected a disciple to hear a teacup shatter in the abbot's meditation room one day, followed by a woman sobbing, “Li Henian, you good-for-nothing bastard!” The disciple: Huh? The abbot's a good-for-nothing bastard? That's a first... [Reader's note] 80% anti-piracy buffer. A slow-paced, everyday-life story. A chaste, austere abbot × a lustful young widow. The heroine is a total pervert, seriously. Coming soon: The Young Lady Is Sick [Wicked servant with bad intentions × mad little white flower] Miaozhen stood out not only for her family background and looks, but also for her generous, easygoing nature. Strangely, she was rather mean to the new servant in the household. She had noticed the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn't watching, and suspected he was a toad lusting after a swan. She deliberately ordered him around in front of her fiancé, hoping to put a stop to any improper thoughts. “Lianggong, bring another pot of tea. Cousin doesn't like Pu'er.” “Lianggong, Cousin wants to go out. Get the carriage ready for him.” The servant obeyed every order respectfully. But when no one was watching, his gaze at her never changed. * When he heard the You family was on the verge of ruin and that the young lady was a valuable commodity who could fetch a high price, Lianggong decided to infiltrate the You household and get first dibs. On his first day there, the steward warned him, “The young lady is sick. Take care when serving her.” He had secretly watched Miaozhen for a long time. She really was as radiant as a peach blossom, with a certain naive charm. But he hadn't noticed any sign of illness. Until the You family fell into ruin and her cousin broke off their engagement. The once-adored young lady was reduced to living among commoners, where she tugged foolishly at his sleeve and asked, “Cousin, when are you going to marry me?” A hint of wickedness slipped into his smile. “Tomorrow.” * Miaozhen excelled at everything, with one exception: sometimes she was lucid, and sometimes she was mad. When she was mad, she called Lianggong all sorts of things: cousin, husband, master, worthless servant... She changed her mind faster than she turned a page. Only when she was lucid did she call him by his name, a sorrowful smile on her face. “Lianggong, go. Don't worry, I'm no longer as heartless and empty-headed as I used to be.” Lianggong said nothing behind her. He was her shadow, the vicious dog she had tamed. How could he leave? Happy ending Other completed novels by the author: Raising a Calamity, Marrying a Delicate Beauty, Seducing the Eunuch, Auntie Makes Her Move Theme: What more could life ask for, but a heart still moved by the world.