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At nineteen, Xie Zhao'an buried her master and set out to roam the martial world with the lone sword the old man had left behind.
The sunset stretched across a vast, desolate sky, and reeds spread like a sea. Her clothes were stained with blood when she stopped to save a young man.
He wore a green robe, like the endless spring rain of Jiangnan.
He stared at her without blinking, but said nothing.
Xie Zhao'an thought nothing of it and came to a verdict: ordinary, bedraggled, but handsome.
Later, that figure in green remained steadfastly by her side, never wavering or falling. From Bashan and Chushui, to the misty rain of Hangzhou, to the old roads of Chang'an, to the flames of war on the frontier.
Years later, at an ancient ferry crossing amid the yellow sands, a solitary plume of smoke rose in the desert.
On a silent night, Xie Zhao'an had a sudden thought and asked the refined young man beside her, "Following me means being surrounded by blades and shadows wherever we go. People come and go at my side. Why have you alone stayed faithful, following me like my shadow?"
The strategist Chen, usually so calm and calculating, took the lantern from her hand and held it up to the dim road ahead. His smile was faint, just as it had always been.
May I be a lamp in the night rain, lighting your keen blade.
My heart is like the bright moon, its light shining through all eternity.
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Xie Zhao'an had always thought Chen Yan was a refined gentleman, gentle as jade, raised by a noble family and possessed of a scholar's integrity.
Only after they reunited in Chang'an did she gradually realize that he was nowhere near as well-behaved as he seemed.
In truth, he was a madman, one who dared to build himself a lofty platform in his heart, then set himself on fire.
In the end, the poor madman clutched her sleeve and begged to elope with her. He was even willing to be her dog.
Xie Zhao'an laughed.
She was no generous, righteous heroine. She was selfish and arrogant, with vengeance she could not exact.
He was no high-minded scholar. He was obsessive and stubborn, with hatred he could not lay to rest.
They were clearly a pair of wolves and tigers, made for each other.
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Xie Zhao'an was once the beloved little princess of the Crown Prince's elder brother. Then a coup took place, her brother was falsely accused of treason and died unjustly in Dongdu, and she was sent away to Danzhou. When assassins ambushed her on the way, she faked her death and escaped.
Years later, Xie Zhao'an set out to uncover the truth of the past and clear her brother's name.
The court was in turmoil, and the martial world was in upheaval. Her road was long and winding, and along the way she met many people and faced countless obstacles.
They were all entangled in the struggle for power.
But as long as she still held her sword, she would fear none of the demons lurking in the halls of power.
She believed the truth would come to light one day.
"Though all the powerful under heaven seek my death, I will brave frost and snow and cross the land in my robes."
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Bold, confident, outgoing heroine x gentle, perceptive, supportive hero
tips:
1. Single-couple romance, happy ending, one-on-one
2. The hero is a delicate flower early on, but later turns out to be sweet on the outside and dark within.
3. Alternate history with many original elements. Please don't take it too seriously.
Theme: May this world always be bright and honest
The writing is so good, come on, ma'am!
One sentence introduction May the night rain light shine on your sharp blade
Damn, how long will it take to finish? Fattening
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