[The Blood of Youth] Early Summer, Jin Xian

A little promotion! I've started a new book: Dashing Youth: Snatching Ye Dingzhi. Forget all those main plotlines, this is all about stealing him away.

What if Su Muyu had a younger sister who was separated from him, named Su Chang'an?

What if someone had been there with Ye Dingzhi when he first set out to take revenge?

If one year brought osmanthus, and another brought wine, and the east wind went unsavored while the autumn wind was drunk... Could the ending have turned out differently?

This time, the heroine, Su Chang'an, doesn't have Murong Chuxia's big-picture perspective or plan everything before acting. Instead, she enters the martial world and gradually learns about other people's schemes, gets caught up in them, and throws herself into the role of an actor in the drama.

The Blood of Youth: Chuxia and Jinxian. They say you shouldn't meet someone too dazzling when you're young.

But once you've met an immortal, how could the countless things of the mortal world ever catch your eye?

Murong Chuxia was just like that.

If Murong Chuxia hadn't met Jinxian at first sight when he had just entered court, perhaps she would have fallen for someone else. But then she would never have become the renowned owner of a study in Jiangnan.

People say Murong Chuxia spent five years wandering the martial world for Jinxian. Little do they know that Jinxian was the one who made a Sword Immortal of the martial world.

Xiao Se once thought that no love in this world was worthy of Murong Chuxia. She was like a bamboo sparrow in the mountains, free of all restraints, traveling among mountains and waters and immersed in poetry and beauty.

But in truth, even if Murong Chuxia was as lovely as a kite soaring high, someone still had to hold its string in the place where she felt at peace, so that she could rise straight into the heavens.

An old magnolia tree once stood in her courtyard. Whenever he came, she would have a pot of tea ready on the stone table. A crabapple tree grew in his courtyard. Whenever she came, he would be beneath the tree, wiping down a jade-green sword.

At the time, Jinxian had been back at the imperial palace for less than a year. The carefree air he'd gained during his five years of wandering the martial world had not yet faded completely, and beneath his mask, the spirited, lively soul of a young man still shone.

Lush green mountains and waters, a cool summer breeze, a graceful young gentleman, his sword returning to its sheath in a flash.

That was what she saw the first time she laid eyes on him.

She painted it.

She captured the dazzling beauty of their first meeting in their youth, as well as a hazy sense of sincerity. But his sword-sheathing gesture, which should have been so carefree, was left unfinished: only his sleeve was visible.

She copied his pose, propping her chin on her hand, then leaned toward him. Seeing his amazement, she grew rather pleased with herself and pushed her luck, blinking at him.

"I don't know swordsmanship, so I can't capture the spirit of your sword strikes. I can't even paint you sheathing your sword. How about you teach me to use a sword?"

Theme: Some things in life are so suffocating that you just have to let them go. The martial world is vast. If there's no place for you here, go somewhere else.