Snowfall in Kyoto That Night

[Madly Obsessed Power-Hungry Minister x Emotionally Oblivious Little Liar]

[Also known as "Praying for Spring"]

After Consort Yan, the emperor's most cherished consort, took her own life, her old nemesis deliberately stopped by the palace path and struck her coffin lid open with a single blow.

From then on, the Pei residence had a woman whose face resembled that of the deceased consort.

The news shocked everyone, from the streets to the court. Who didn't know that Chancellor Pei kept his distance from women? Even more shocking was the woman's resemblance to the late consort.

When the emperor, who had lost the one he loved, learned of this, he summoned her to the palace.

Pei Xuannian submitted a memorial: "Chuchu is my wife. What will the people of the realm think of Your Majesty's actions?"

Once, she was injured while saving the emperor.

She was covered in blood and ran a high fever for three days and three nights.

When she woke, Pei Xuannian, always so cool and self-possessed, shed tears in front of her for the first time.

His scorching tears traced her skin, setting her heart trembling.

Using the debt he owed her for saving his life as an excuse, the emperor summoned her to the palace once more.

Incense burned in the hall, making people drowsy and restless.

At last, she glimpsed what the young emperor truly wanted.

In the end, he was no longer the same as before.

Her body went limp, and she fell into a warm embrace.

The young emperor held her and carried her step by step toward the perfumed bed curtains.

Still recovering from his grave injuries, Pei Xuannian appeared at the entrance to the emperor's bedchamber in white, sword in hand. His white robes were stained with blood, and blood covered his long sword.

The golden sunset fell upon him, bathing him in a soft glow.

"Your Majesty surely knows that a subject's wife must not be wronged."

The thing Wen Youhuai regretted most in his life was letting her go so easily back then, handing her over to someone else.

No matter how mad he became, he could never match that man's madness.

The man curled his thin lips and used Wen Youhuai's strength to drive the long sword straight into his own chest.

Then he looked pitifully toward Qu Weichu, who came hurrying over.

And at last, she was no longer on Wen Youhuai's side.

He used to act spoiled, relying on being younger than her. Now there was no place for him in her eyes.

He had made the first move, and now he was suffering the consequences.

[Little Scene]

On their trip to Miaojiang, Pei Xuannian and Wen Youhuai were both struck by love spells.

In the pitch-black mountain cave, a shaft of light poured down from above. Both men's faces were flushed.

Qu Weichu sensed trouble, turned, and ran.

A warm, broad palm slipped between her fingers and pinned her against the wall.

The wall behind her was cold, while the person in front of her was burning hot.

Desire crept into Pei Xuannian's cool eyes.

His warm breath lingered at her neck, like a wolf baring its fangs.

"I was the one who cast the love spell. Which of us will you save, him or me?"

[Alternate Tang-Inspired Setting]

Blurb written on August 25, 2024

Theme: The future will surely be happy