House Slave

The first thing Biyue did after being reborn was personally lead people to pull Li Shi out of the pile of corpses where he lay.

The boy was dressed in rags, his whole body stained with blood.

Even so, his eyes gleamed with a cold light, like a dying but still ferocious... young beast.

Biyue had willow-leaf brows and was as beautiful as peach blossoms. Sitting before her dressing table, she combed her long, glossy black hair. In the bronze mirror, Li Shi stood ramrod straight behind her, his cheeks flushed and his eyes soft as autumn waves.

Smiling, Biyue placed the wooden comb in Li Shi’s stiff hand.

She said, “Comb my hair for me.”

Li Shi’s childhood was full of hardship. Though he was born into this world, it was like living in hell.

He was sold into the Marquis’s estate and became the lowliest servant.

He was beaten and cursed at over the smallest things. When he died, they would throw him out wrapped in a broken mat.

He lay in a stinking pile of corpses, engulfed by boundless pain and despair. Yet at that moment, he never expected a heavenly goddess to descend and save him from his sea of suffering.

Bathed in blood, Li Shi was reborn, eventually becoming the sharpest sword at the emperor’s side. Everyone in the capital feared him.

He wore an official robe, a treasured saber at his waist, brows sharp as if carved by a blade and eyes cold as frost.

Wherever he went, everyone respectfully addressed him as “Lord Li.”

In full view of everyone, he lowered his head and bent down, kneeling on one knee to brush the dust from the embroidered shoe of the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Wuyang’s household, using the same hands that wielded his saber to eliminate corrupt officials.

The young lady smiled faintly.

Li Shi immediately became flustered. The frost in his eyes melted away, leaving only a trace of alarm and shyness.

Reading guide: One-on-one romance, both leads sexually inexperienced.

Theme: A world of difference in status.