Synopsis
[Complete, happy ending, he, spoiled princess x loyal guard. Coming soon: The Sword Venerable and Her Old Enemy Rekindle Their Romance]
Everyone knew how much the eldest princess indulged in pleasure and luxury.
Men from outside often came and went from the princess's residence. Some were even granted their own courtyards and rose to prominence overnight.
Wei Changqin had never found it tiresome, nor did she regret a thing. She treated the gossip as amusing entertainment and devoted herself to the mysterious young guard whose origins were unknown.
She dared say that taming a wild stallion like him gave her more satisfaction than anything else in the world.
There was plenty of time. With a little scheming, she would keep Meng Tinghan firmly by her side.
Humiliation and torment, kneeling and beatings: two or three years passed in a flash.
So when the tides turned overnight and Meng Tinghan escaped amid the chaos, she couldn't say she hadn't expected it.
After that, she sent no more letters, and the intimacy they had shared in the painted pavilion became nothing but a fading memory.
Trapped in the palace, she drifted through the years in a daze, until the nation was on the brink of collapse.
When they met again, their positions had been reversed.
The young guard had become an enemy nation's general. With a long sword in hand, he calmly backed her into a corner.
He said he would personally repay the eldest princess for all the care she had shown him day and night. A drop of kindness would be repaid with a gushing spring.
When she opened her eyes again, the ribbon in her hand was wrapped around his neck.
She had fought him for an entire lifetime, exhausting her heart and strength. In the end, all her love and hate came down to resenting him for not loving her enough.
So this time, she would take no part in it.
The court said that the eldest princess had changed. She held power in her hands, was arrogant and ambitious, and meant to contend for the realm.
She threw herself into the game and unraveled the hidden truth thread by thread, but accidentally lifted the veil hiding his identity.
Even after sharing a lifetime together, lovers must keep a hand on their swords. How much more so for a fleeting romance forced upon two people like them?
Wei Changqin knew she owed him and did not expose him. She simply and quietly kept her distance.
When he cornered her again and kissed her so clumsily and hungrily that she could barely catch her breath, all she felt was fury.
If he liked her so much, why hadn't he said so sooner?!
Author's notes:
① The heroine is not a virgin, but the hero is. They both pursue each other.
② The setting is fictional, extremely fictional, with countless made-up details.
③ The commissioned art is piled up on the author's Xiaohongshu. Come enjoy it!
[Coming soon: cold, stony Sword Venerable x possessive, jealous Demon Venerable. Starts February 2026; the entire novel is already drafted. Please add it to your collection TT]
A once-in-ten-thousand-years genius of the sword appeared in the cultivation world.
A solitary, ill-fated woman, cold-hearted and loveless, with every possible advantage stacked in her favor, was unknown to all until she took first place at the Immortal Alliance tournament.
Jiang Miao pointed her sword at the audience below. A cinnabar-red mark rested between her brows; with charming brows and bright eyes, she smiled and said, "That's it? Not one of you can put up a fight."
With her Hongmiao Sword, she made a name for herself across the Three Realms.
Everyone knew her.
They called her an immortal honored by the celestial mountains and palaces, a goddess who had forsaken the mortal world, a clay doll with feelings but no love.
Jiang Miao had always been alone, until she rescued someone from the black market.
His origins were unknown, his identity a mystery, but he always stayed by her side, never leaving her for a moment.
After a period of peaceful companionship, he lost control of his demonic nature at the Immortal Alliance tournament and revealed his true form. Without hesitation, she drew her sword and ran him through the heart.
Her decisive strike left everyone in a cold sweat.
In private, they spat that she was a bloodthirsty demon who killed without remorse. To her face, they had no choice but to respectfully call her the Hongmiao Sword Venerable.
A hundred years later, she was hunted by the righteous members of her own sect.
Her former senior brother produced old letters and claimed that she had secretly exchanged correspondence with the Demon Venerable, in violation of the natural order and morality.
She fought her way out, but had nowhere to go. Alone, she could only head to the demon's lair and beg her former lover to shelter her.
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He was a Qiuchi who had wandered into the mortal world.
As far back as he could remember, he had been locked in a cage.
He couldn't take human form. Scales covered his skin, and where his legs should have been, there was only a tail.
Neither human nor demon, he lived on display, exhibited for people's amusement and sold to the highest bidder.
So when she cut the chains from his body and gently cupped his face, he didn't yet understand love, but his tail wound around her ankle of its own accord.
She had given him everything: his name, his identity, his life. So his heart beat only for her.
When the sword pierced his chest, he felt no pain.
All he saw was the resolve and coldness in her eyes. Before he could ask why, she pushed him into the abyss with her own hands.
She was his savior, and also the one responsible for his miserable life.
Fate pushed them to opposite ends. He crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and emerged as the new Demon Venerable.
The righteous and demonic paths stood opposed, as far apart as heaven and earth. There was no chance of turning back.
Until she appeared at his cave, drenched in blood. The cold moon that once hung among the branches had fallen into the mortal world, battered and wretched.
She spoke first, asking him to remember their old affection and give her a roof over her head.
Theme: Lovers find their way to each other in the end
