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(The blurb is written in first person; the story itself is in third person.)
I once lived in a remote county town.
It was poor and desolate. Three county magistrates had served there over the past ten years, each with a very short tenure.
That year, the new magistrate was astonishingly beautiful.
Rumor had it he came from Zhongzhou, a pampered young master who had never known hardship. His acquaintances said he wouldn't last six months here.
But he stayed for five years.
When we first met, he overturned my wrongful conviction. Later, he taught me to speak Zhongzhou's official dialect and told me to call him "Teacher," not "Your Excellency."
He had clothes tailored for me, made medicine cabinets, built a clinic, and opened medicinal herb fields.
He gave me all the savings he'd accumulated over half his life.
But he was unlucky.
He died in office just after being promoted.
I hadn't cried bitterly in years. The only time was the day he died.
For the next three hundred years, I lived in Zhongzhou, where he was born, devoted myself to cultivating the Dao, and sought ascension with all my heart.
But on the day the heavenly tribulation arrived, I saw that the person sent by the Boundless Heavens to take my life was the only person I had ever cried for.
Then, in time, the world changed, and the Three Realms turned against one another.
Lan Jingzhao, the most unhinged and beautiful person in the Three Realms. Three hundred years ago, he told me to call him Teacher; three hundred years later, he told me to call him Master.
But he remembered nothing.
Only the paper figures in the Myriad Gu Tower, each bearing his face, showed the world how radiant he had once been.
He remembered nothing, yet the paper figures he had conjured still liked to perch on the ruler he once used to smack my palm. They still liked beautiful clothes and each year's newly released tea, and they still couldn't shake their love of teaching.
Lan Jingzhao has always known that he is a ghost who will never be able to return to the spirit world, whether three hundred years ago or three hundred years later.
Three hundred years ago, all he cared about was the Three Realms and Four Continents, and the lives of ordinary people.
Three hundred years later, all he cares about is Can Guang, Xu Can Guang.
* The story itself is in third person.
* One-on-one romance, both leads are each other's first, happy ending. There is no romantic involvement while they are still master and disciple; the romance begins after their master-disciple relationship ends.
The story's plot takes priority, and there are many foreshadowed details. The author's notes include hints, but can be skipped.
The blurb has been reported to the editor and a screenshot was taken (2023.09.15).
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