My Ailing Grand Tutor

After the Meng family was struck by disaster and the whole household was executed, third young lady Meng Zhiwei fled from her pursuers.

On a snowy night, she hid beneath a carriage.

Just as she was about to be discovered, a cool, distant voice came from inside: "Who is there? What do you want?"

She heard the pursuer report fearfully, "We have disturbed your rest, sir."

After the pursuers left, a slender, jade-like hand reached beneath the carriage.

The man before her wore a cool, moon-white robe. His white hair fell past his waist, and a thin veil covered his eyes.

She had heard of the emperor's tutor, Master Wen Huaichuan, who had gone white-haired in his youth and suffered from an eye ailment. After the emperor took the throne, he had withdrawn to the mountains.

The man's voice was cold as snow and moonlight. "Come out."

He took her back to his secluded home in the mountains.

In the mountains, far from the city, Meng Zhiwei went to school alongside Master Wen's students.

He taught her to read and write, to practice self-restraint and propriety, and to let go of the past.

But she still had a family to avenge and couldn't follow his teachings.

Master Wen remained as still as ever and said slowly,

"Think it over. Once you leave the mountain, you will no longer be my student."

Meng Zhiwei said, "I understand. You told me that while the world bustles with people coming and going, all you need to mind is the cup of tea in front of you."

She warmed him another cup of tea, then kowtowed and took her leave.

After they parted, Meng Zhiwei was surrounded by enemies. Just as she was about to fight to the death,

the man in her memory, who had never known martial arts, appeared with a sword's fierce aura. His white robes fluttered in the pouring rain, his silver hair flowing like a waterfall, as he stood in front of her.

In the midst of the fighting, someone on the other side knocked the veil from his eyes.

She met the gaze she had buried deep in her memories and timidly called, "Master..."

But he took the sword from her hand. "Xiao Wu, do you know why I only taught you to read, and never to fight?"

He sighed. She saw that the sword in his hand was Frost Moon, once used to strike fear into the world, then lost.

With a swing of his wrist, the sword's aura wounded more than a dozen people behind him.

Yet he didn't even turn around. His eyes were full of helplessness as he said,

"I've never had a student as disobedient as you."

P.S.:

A fox raises a rabbit.

-A tutor who seems frail but is actually a martial arts powerhouse VS a clever, brave, radiant young disciple-

Also known as "My Tutor Who Loves Dyeing His Hair"

"No transmigration, no rebirth" A story written to indulge myself "Teacher-student romance"

A little jianghu, a little court intrigue, lots of romance / fictional setting / mountains of original lore

---Coming soon: Marrying My Nemesis---

Also known as "After Being Reborn, I Asked My Nemesis If He Wanted a Wife"

Jiang Si was born into a distinguished family. She had fine clothes and good food, and she and her betrothed, a young lord from another prominent family, were deeply in love. She was the envy of every young lady in their social circle.

She thought her life would be peaceful and smooth from then on.

But on her wedding night, as she happily climbed into her bridal sedan, someone knocked her unconscious and buried her alive.

She watched helplessly as her father showed his true colors, her elder half-sister took her place as the bride, and her stepmother plotted to seize her wealth. She also learned that the so-called noble husband she was to marry was the mastermind behind the murder and theft.

She never expected that the one who gathered her remains was her lifelong nemesis, the Seventh Prince, feared throughout the court and the land.

The Seventh Prince, Xiao Li, was cruel and violent, a mad dog who followed no rules.

Yet this very madman carved a memorial for her as his deceased wife and kept incense burning at her shrine.

On the first anniversary of her death, he raised an army in rebellion.

He took the heads of all four members of the Jiang family, including the man who would have been her husband.

Dressed in blood-soaked clothes, he stood before her grave and killed himself.

Only then did she understand what Xiao Li had meant when he once said, "I cannot live without her."

Jiang Si, who had witnessed it all, was reborn on the night before her wedding.

Now that she had another chance at life, she couldn't let any of it happen again.

Still in her wedding dress, she ran out of the Jiang household in a panic and ran straight into the Seventh Prince, Xiao Li.

She grabbed his hand and said,

"Xiao Li, marry me!"

The woman before him had changed her attitude toward him completely. Barefoot and dressed in her wedding gown, she ran toward him.

Xiao Li remembered how, just the night before, she had plunged a dagger into his shoulder.

He seized her by the throat.

"Jiang Xiange! What trick are you trying to pull this time?"

Choked, Jiang Si struggled for breath and used the last of her strength to challenge him. "You... you wouldn't dare?"

His grip loosened. She slumped like an autumn leaf, gasping for breath, while the man in the heavy snow said coldly,

"Tell the whole city: the Seventh Prince is getting married tonight."

P.S.: The male lead is unhinged and twisted, but once he's comforted, he turns into a good dog.

Theme: Grow into an independent person