Yearning for the Blue Sky

[Reading Guide]

Revenge after being reborn, with a touch of cultivation

Two powerful women locked in an intense push and pull

A beautiful, tragic, ascetic marquess with power over the court vs. a scheming, gloomy, devious little princess

Wen Xianyue is a flower that Xie Qingyi has carefully nurtured.

Not a peony, nor a Chinese herbaceous peony, but a trumpet vine destined one day to climb to the heavens.

She teaches this disfavored little princess how to protect herself, how to win people's hearts, and how to manipulate them.

She teaches her that people in this world are cold and fickle, that no one can be trusted completely, and that anyone can be used as a pawn.

Wen Xianyue does not disappoint. She surpasses her teacher, as though born to stand atop the peak of power and ambition, stirring up the tides of the court.

She is the brightest student, the prey most skilled at disguising herself, and the hunter with the greatest patience.

Before Xie Qingyi, she sheaths her claws and fangs, hiding her greed deeper than deep.

Others scheme against Xie Qingyi for nothing more than her power and her life.

Wen Xianyue is greedier. What she wants is Xie Qingyi herself, and her heart.

By the time Xie Qingyi truly realizes it, she has already stepped into the trap Wen Xianyue laid, one step at a time.

The little princess who has always been docile and obedient before her tears her disguise to shreds and imprisons her on the Dragon Throne.

The roles of teacher and student are reversed. Now it is Wen Xianyue's turn to teach her by hand.

Bone-deep pleasure, like poison wrapped in honey, draws her into the abyss of hell.

Wen Xianyue grips her by the throat and bites through her lips. The blood staining the corner of her mouth, she smiles with a bewitching, ghostly allure.

Her skin is as fair as ice, her bones as flawless as jade. This otherworldly beauty seems transformed into a gorgeous demoness who devours souls.

She strokes her cheek as gently as if she were a fragile treasure, her voice hoarse and her eyes entranced, coaxing her one word at a time.

My kindred spirit, my teacher, my co-conspirator. Now that our great undertaking is complete, why would you run away?

Wouldn't you rather obediently be The Outcast, second only to me?

Theme: Where is the bright moon now? The bright moon is still here.