Sword Slave

The Fallen Swordsmith Heiress vs. Her Aloof Childhood Friend, the General

[Childhood Friends] [Reunion After Years Apart] [Love and Hate] [Mutual Devotion]

Gu Jianlan's lifelong wish was to forge an unparalleled sword. But when Gaoli invaded and captured the city, the Swordsmith Manor fell overnight, and she plunged from being adored by all to the depths of despair.

At her most wretched, she met Lin Zhuozhi. Back then, he was at the height of his success, clad in his official robes and seated high above her: a courtier on the upper steps, looking down on the fallen, lowly prisoner beneath him.

"Hand over the sword-forging manual. I'll spare your life and protect your name as a 'sword slave.'"

With nowhere else to turn, Gu Jianlan gazed sadly at her childhood friend and nodded in agreement.

The path of sword-forging was long and arduous. He secretly helped her, and his affection gradually showed. After months together, she fell for him too. But before either could break the silence between them, an avalanche forced them apart.

Lin Zhuozhi believed Gu Jianlan had died in that avalanche.

He took the field with the sword they had forged together, only to let his guard down for a moment and be captured by the enemy and taken to their camp.

He never expected to meet her in enemy territory.

Gu Jianlan had become the swordsmith official of Gaoli, second only to The Outcast, while Lin Zhuozhi was a defeated prisoner of war, forced to prostrate himself at her feet.

Lin Zhuozhi mocked himself: fortunes had indeed changed.

In the prison, Lin Zhuozhi glared at her. "The people who destroyed your manor were from Gaoli. And now you acknowledge your enemy as your father and willingly become another country's lowly slave?"

Gu Jianlan didn't care. Right in front of him, she undressed until she wore nothing but a thin undergarment.

She lowered herself and wrapped her arms around his neck. He stiffened all over in shock. "Brother Zhi, just say you don't like me, and I'll let you go at once."

Lin Zhuozhi said nothing.

She smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek, rubbing against him as she whispered with irresistible seduction, "If Brother Zhi surrenders to Gaoli, you can have me. Otherwise..."

Lin Zhuozhi could hold back no longer. He clasped her tightly. "Even if I don't surrender to Gaoli, I'll still have you."

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Diary of Taming the Eunuch Wolf

A dazzling courtesan forced into a substitute marriage X a ruthless, powerful true eunuch

Possessive love | The pursuit after heartbreak | Eight-year age gap | The male lead begs humbly for love

At sixteen, Yu Chuanglan was fortunate enough to leave Rouge Alley.

But the price of escaping her lowly status was taking her elder sister's place in the palace as a concubine to the old emperor.

Unexpectedly, the old emperor died suddenly that very night. To save her own life, Yu Chuanglan attached herself to Fu Qihu, the powerful eunuch who held absolute sway over the court.

The eunuch Fu Qihu, who held the seal of office, was gentle as jade, yet ruthless and violent in his dealings.

She used the tricks she'd learned from her past affairs to torment him, hoping that once he grew tired of her, he would let her go.

She had no idea that her actions would make Fu Qihu unable to leave her ever again.

When her old lover tried to elope with her, Fu Qihu shot him through the knee with an arrow and dragged Yu Chuanglan back onto his horse.

Carrying the faint scent of clear wine, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple.

"Your Highness, the play isn't over. You can't leave."

Fu Qihu knew that none of the women who clung to him did so for love.

His hands were stained with the blood of so many people, yet Yu Chuanglan still foolishly drew close to him.

He watched her act from on high, thinking that she came from a lowly background, and once he tired of watching her, he could simply dispose of her.

It wasn't until the night she fled that he realized he had already fallen into her play.

Moonlight, like the clear wine he brewed, flowed over the stone table beneath the pavilion, where their passionate love story had unfolded.

Fu Qihu clutched the moon lute she had played, as if holding it could let him grasp her lifeline.

There was nowhere in the world he couldn't reach, and no one he couldn't take.

Her eyes could hold only him, and the play she wrote could be performed for him alone.

The pavilion curtains fluttered lightly, and her skirts trailed along the ground.

Her moon lute, drenched in his clear wine, lay helplessly in the cold moonlight.

Fu Qihu leaned against the stone table, gazing at her flushed cheeks as he lovingly stroked them.

He bent down and moved close to her ear. The night wind scattered his whisper.

"Your Highness, we're both from the lowest walks of life. We're made for each other."

Later, he slaughtered his way through the palace and personally placed Yu Chuanglan on the throne as empress dowager.

He gave her a lofty position, wealth, and honor.

But she no longer had the strength to keep up the act.

The stone table beneath the pavilion still played host to scenes of tender passion, but Fu Qihu was the only one desperately clinging to her.

He used every trick he knew to please her, hoping that if she felt content and happy, she would obediently stay by his side.

He had no idea that she was secretly plotting and had never given up on leaving the palace.

The scent of wine entwined with the fragrance of sweet flag, lingering in the silent chambers.

Carrying the faint scent of clear wine, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple.

"Chuang'er, the play isn't over yet. Please, talk to me."

Theme: Face hardships without fear, and stand together as one.