When they were little
"Young Marquis, when I grow up, I'm going to marry you!" Tang Linxuan looked at the daughter of the Chancellor and hesitated. "But... I'm a girl."
Little Yu Liuyun widened her eyes, ran home, and cried all night. Madam Yu comforted her all night.
Tang Linxuan went to the battlefield with her father and was gone for five years. During that time, Madam Yu was assassinated. Chancellor Yu knew he had provoked someone he shouldn't have, and there was no way to make things right. Before disaster struck, he had no choice but to entrust Yu Liuyun to Tang Linxuan.
Chancellor Yu was framed. The emperor had no real power, and could only issue an edict ordering every male member of the Yu family to be executed and the women sent into exile. Tang Linxuan blocked the Imperial Guards. "I am getting married."
Yu Liuyun wept without a care for appearances. The cool, composed god of death on the battlefield was at a loss. All she could do was gently rub her back and whisper, "Xiaoyun, you still have me."
The court was rife with undercurrents, Feng Yu Lou was lurking in secret, and Tingxue Pavilion held a strange attitude. After returning to the capital, Tang Linxuan had no choice but to face the pressure to pick a side, only to be sent away again when the border was invaded. Yu Liuyun refused to go with her. "Linxuan, trust me." She paused. "They are my mother's people. I don't want to stay behind you anymore. I want to protect you, too."
The two parted once more. Three years passed in the blink of an eye, and Yu Liuyun received news that Tang Linxuan had died.
(She fakes her death. The romance will definitely have a happy ending, though I'm still unsure about the plot.)
A decisive, brilliant general who dresses as a man, sharp on the battlefield but clueless in love, Tang Linxuan x
A sheltered but not spoiled, sweet-on-the-outside and calculating-on-the-inside daughter of the Chancellor, with a coming-of-age arc? Yu Liuyun
(I hope to write a sweet romance, and will do my best with the political intrigue. Don't take the ancient forms of address too seriously. This might read like it was written by an elementary schooler, so please don't flame me. Thank you.)
Huh, I originally wrote her as a marquis, so why did I change her into a general again...?
I wrote this blurb in 2022, when I was in ninth grade, but never got around to writing the story. I'm picking it up again now, and hope I can finish it.
New idea: "So, I'm the Demon Lord?" Transmigration into a cultivation world. I want to write something with a touch of obsession.
Pei Zhiyan stayed up late watching a sweet romance drama, got dizzy, and fainted. When she opened her eyes, she found an astonishingly beautiful woman in ancient dress sitting beside her. Fragments of memories filled her mind, and she realized she had transmigrated into a xianxia world. She had been beaten nearly to death, and the beautiful woman before her had saved her. The woman's name was Yan Qing, the acknowledged leader of the righteous path. Beneath her cool exterior was a gentle heart. Pei Zhiyan had just arrived in the cultivation world, had lost all her spiritual power, and seemed to be pursued by powerful members of the demon race. So she begged the beautiful older sister to take her to Mingyue Sect, and after thinking it over, the woman agreed. Pei Zhiyan suspected her former self had considerable cultivation and status, judging by the mountain of treasures in her storage ring.
After arriving at Mingyue Sect, she slowly regained her cultivation. During an outing to gain experience, they were cornered by demonic cultivators and forced to enter a secret realm. A demonic sword appeared, and many powerful cultivators suppressed their cultivation to enter. Seeing Yan Qing unconscious after protecting her, Pei Zhiyan suddenly erupted. Demonic power surged through her as she took down everyone there. The spiritual power she had slowly recovered was no more than a tiny boat on the ocean compared with this. Scene after scene flashed through her mind. So, she was the Demon Lord...?
The former self's personality began to influence Pei Zhiyan. Afraid she might hurt Yan Qing, she left a letter, pulled out the demonic sword, and departed. She never expected they'd have another chance to meet. This time, she wouldn't let go.
Optimistic when young, obsessive later, younger top x cool on the outside, warmhearted, gentle and resolute older top
Traditional cultivation stages: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation, Void Training
Blurb written on 2024.9.7
Theme: Live each day with optimism.
