What Night Is Without Stars?

When Qin Huaiyue first saw Fang Mingchuan, his back was straight as a bamboo stalk. As he walked toward her, he smiled with laughter in his eyes and said, "Colleague, would you care to accompany me?"

He was the emperor's most highly esteemed top scholar, the youngest newly appointed compiler in the Hanlin Academy, and the object of every noblewoman in Chang'an, who clamored to win his favor.

He was also the moon reflected in water and the star in the distant sky she had admired for years.

They were ambushed on their way to a banquet. Bamboo stalks crowded the forest, towering high enough to blot out the sun. After searching for him for a long time, she found this supposedly "refined and easygoing" official holding a bloodstained dagger against his right arm, pretending to be weak as he smiled at her.

"Until the wound those bandits gave me heals, I'll supervise you as you copy the classics for me."

Qin Huaiyue: "..."

It seemed their lord had two faces. She didn't understand. She was deeply shocked.

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The Fang clan of Jiangdong had been in decline for years, its kinfolk dwindling. Then the family was framed by officials, and everyone scattered like birds and beasts. Not a single person offered them a hand.

That is, until she appeared. One written petition was all it took to set them on the road to prosperity.

The journey from Jiangdu to Chang'an could be made in half a month, but it took him years to cross mountains and rivers and meet her again.

I am a wanderer in this world, peering through the deep forest at the bright moon.

We were already in the same boat, so what night could we not pluck a star?

A career-minded, honest-for-the-public-good chancellor's daughter × a devoted, black-bellied fox of a strategist

Happy ending

[Coming Soon]

You Qing came to the human world to gather a little wish-power. But after someone plotted against her, she was mistaken for a spirit possessing a human and thrown in jail.

The moon was bleak, the walls cold, and the quilt as hard as iron. After waking up frozen for who knew how many times, You Qing finally sat up.

Which bastard secretly reported me!

She recalled the gossip she'd heard while disguised as a common girl: the young general Qin Yu, who had come from Yujing, was made a marquis at a young age and had won countless military honors. Handsome, imposing, and awe-inspiring, he was the most revered military star in the Great Zhao Kingdom. Apparently, he'd been standing among the onlookers that very day.

You Qing clenched her fists until they were rock-hard. This grudge was settled.

One day, she sensed the holy relic's presence on the front lines and hurried there without pause, only to find a young man standing amid a mountain of corpses.

Wild geese flew south, his blade slid back into its sheath, and beneath the sky's vast, setting sun, the young man smiled and held out his hand. "Just a few stragglers, miss. Don't be afraid."

You Qing: "General, could you maybe take a look at yourself, coughing up blood into the wind?"

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As the snow fell thickly over his body, Qin Yu couldn't help thinking of the past.

He loved a girl. He had loved her for many years.

He had also deceived her and taken what mattered most to her. Now he had lost everything.

The mortal body was small and insignificant. All he fought for was one glance from her, beyond the bounds of order.

[A descendant of the Teng Snake, a supremely powerful spirit venerable × a young general who stakes his life and burns his blood]

The road there is far, the road home is longer still.

With blue scales beneath the snow, walk this path with me.

Theme: Though we share the same green hills and weather the same storms, has the bright moon ever made us strangers from different lands?