The Lovely Evening Oriole

Scheming Minister + Tsundere Little Princess

The seventeenth princess of the Tangye Dynasty, Qianxue, was beautiful, pampered, and spoiled. People said she was doted on beyond measure, a princess born to a life of luxury who should know nothing of worldly sorrows. Little did they know that she had carried one worry in her heart since childhood.

Whenever a festival came around, she would dress up in her finery and go to a remote palace, where weeds grew thick and the moonlight was dim beneath the stars. The proud, noble princess would bend down and timidly ask, "Offering Official, how are you?"

It was all right if he never answered.

At Mid-Autumn Festival, she would set lanterns afloat. On New Year's Eve, she would light red candles. At Grain in Ear, she would cook green plums. Smiling, she would chatter to herself: "Offering Official, the lanterns have floated so far!"

"Offering Official, aren't the red candles beautiful?"

"Offering Official, have you had this year's plum wine?"

He remained silent, but she knew he could hear her.

In the desolate Xingqing Palace, a "monster" feared by all had been imprisoned for more than a decade. They said he had murdered his father and brother, thrown the imperial harem into chaos, and was cruel and merciless. Everyone wanted him dead.

Only Qianxue refused to believe it. She had seen his gentle, refined smile, and remembered him standing beside the rippling waters of Snow Orchid Lake, saying, "As you command, Your Highness. I won't say a single word."

Behind a red door covered in cobwebs was no so-called monster, but Su Zelan, formerly an Offering Official at the Hanlin Academy, a man of dazzling talent. She loved talking to him, sharing her joys and sorrows, and never minded when he didn't respond.

Then one day, word spread through the court that the emperor intended to arrange the princess's marriage to a foreign power to secure peace on the frontier. For the first time, she sat outside the door and wept. "Offering Official Su, I'm leaving. I won't be able to come again."

As she rose to say goodbye, she suddenly heard someone inside ask, "Where... are you going?"

"The Southern Chu Kingdom."

To her surprise, the door she had thought forever sealed swung open. A faint glimmer from a broken oil lamp fell across the features she had longed to see. The man's eyes were as cold as a wintry river, yet his handsome gaze held a smile. He softly called, "Your Highness."

Their eyes met, and the stars seemed to tumble into the pond.

Peach blossoms drift around Qianxue, while red beans quietly knot themselves into longing for Lan.

"Your Highness, I'm back, aren't I?"

1. A story of redemption, with a ten-year age gap. The princess will not be married off to another kingdom.

2. The poem is adapted from Zhou Mi's "Qing Ping Le."

3. A sweet little treat full of spring blossoms and autumn moons.

Coming soon: The Plum Blossom We Raised in the Bamboo Grove

A pure, adorable orphan girl + a gentle, jade-like emperor in a turbulent age

Seven-year-old orphan Nian'er met an immortal.

The immortal's eyes were like the moon, his smile like spring, and his voice like a clear spring beneath the morning sun in the mountains.

The immortal had long arms and jade-like fingertips. He lifted her from a muddy stream and asked, "Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"

In a quiet bamboo grove, the years slipped by. She spent ten years by his side, until an embroidered carriage stopped outside their home. Only then did she learn that even an immortal had a past: he was the former dynasty's crown prince, the man loved by the princess of the current dynasty, and the great scholar Mu Huizhi.

In the first year of Qinghe, the new emperor ascended the throne, and the whole country rejoiced.

The young emperor gazed at the moonlight washing over the layered pavilions and terraces, and suddenly remembered a night ten years ago. Snow had been falling thick and fast, and a little girl had fallen asleep in his arms. He wondered whether the words she'd murmured with a pout still held true.

She had said she would be his bride.

A coming-of-age romance, court intrigue, and a clean romance. All are welcome.

Coming soon: A Kiss at the Edge of the Moonlit Breeze

/Old-school romance/

Third Miss Yin Tangxi had something troubling her lately: she wanted to adopt a child.

A few years ago, she had insisted on getting a divorce. Her family hadn't said anything to her face, but things had become awkward. She didn't want to remarry, and figured that at her age, she might as well find someone to rely on.

The spring weather was lovely that day. The Third Miss leaned against the veranda, waving a round fan as she watched swallows squabble, lost in thought. Then she saw her younger sister blushing. Someone had proposed to her: the man in question was the soon-to-be finance minister.

The family had gone to great lengths to make this connection, so her younger sister came to ask her worldly older sister to be there for support. The Third Miss gladly dressed her sister in her finest clothes and went with her to the dance.

After exchanging pleasantries, she too thought the man was handsome and distinguished. But for some reason, he looked awfully familiar, as if she'd seen him before.

The newly appointed Finance Minister Xie Xianqing had just returned from overseas. He lit a cigarette, its ember briefly flaring as he peered through the curling smoke. He realized that the bright-eyed, handsome woman across from him had mistaken him for someone else.

She didn't remember him, but he knew her.

A woman who had once left someone so lovesick and lost that no one knew if he was alive or dead. The person she had deceived, whom she still couldn't find, was none other than his own elder brother.

Her family would have to settle that score.

Theme: A prodigal who turns over a new leaf is worth more than gold. Learn to reflect on yourself and make amends in time.