Golden Wind and Jade Dew

[Cold-blooded, refined scoundrel VS resilient, unyielding beauty]

Ever since learning that the new Pacification Commissioner was named Wei Linyan, Su Muyao had been plagued by nightmares night after night.

Back then, to protect the future of the man she loved, she chose to hide the truth, leaving him to take the blame and ruining his career.

Before they parted, the young man, covered in wounds, had looked at her with a deep, expressionless stare.

She heard that he later joined the army, survived countless brushes with death, and rose through the ranks to become a powerful general.

Once he came into power, he imprisoned and exiled every scion of the influential families who had once offended him. Not one escaped.

Su Muyao was terrified and uneasy, praying day and night that their paths would never cross again in this life.

Now the Su family had fallen into decline, and she was living under someone else's roof. If he came for revenge, crushing her would be as easy as killing an ant.

Who could have guessed that Wei Linyan would suddenly arrive with a sword at an ordinary family banquet?

The guests trembled as they welcomed him.

But he parted the crowd and walked straight toward Su Muyao.

Wei Linyan's eyes were dark, yet he wore a smile. "After all this time, Miss Su, won't you invite me to a drink?"

The cold hilt of his sword pressed against Su Muyao's slender lower back in the shadows. Through her thin spring clothes, it slowly ground along her spine, inch by inch.

Su Muyao's face went pale, and her stiff fingers could barely hold her wine cup.

As he looked at her tearful, frightened face, Wei Linyan's smile deepened.

The instant their cups touched, he leaned close, his voice hoarse.

"Are you happy I'm back?"

*

Wei Linyan had transformed from a despised illegitimate son into a powerful official feared by all.

Su Muyao had once been the bright moon he could only look up at, never reach.

Who could have known how unpredictable life would be?

Now that he had climbed the ladder to the clouds, she had fallen into the mud of the mortal world.

With a hand powerful enough to blot out the sky, reaching up to pluck the moon was the simplest thing imaginable.

[Reading Guide]

A possessive romance written as a treat for myself.

One-on-one romance, with the plot and romance split evenly. It's a sweet story (I laughed as soon as I typed that).

Theme: Fortune and misfortune depend on each other; what happens is up to us.