Your Fate Is Worth Three Coins

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Lone Marquis VS Fated Diviner, 1v1 HE

The Three Coins Tower stands on Taizhang Street, the busiest street in Miandu. By day, it is a restaurant bustling with life; after nightfall, it becomes a tribunal where lives and deaths are decided.

All it takes to enter the Three Coins Tower for real is three copper coins.

The Marquis of Hanguan, long unseen, has set his sights on this tower to avenge an old blood feud...

***00***

“You can’t read my fate, can you?”

Amid the vast sea of destiny, there was one person whose fate he could not glimpse or divine. Beyond the reach of ordinary cause and effect, they were bound by a destined love.

***01***

The master of the Three Coins Tower exchanged fates and cast divinations in the Fragrant Pavilion. The secret market only knew him as a sage beyond the world who could calculate the secrets of heaven. No one knew he was the sole surviving heir of the Jing family, all of whom had been assassinated ten years ago.

Across all the realm, only the Jing lineage of the Mystic Way dared bear that great surname.

After the great victory at Hanguan, the crown prince of Riku Khan was felled by an arrow to the throat. Yun Yi was ennobled for his victory in a single battle, yet at midnight that same night, he quietly climbed the Three Coins Tower with a box containing a head and made a deal.

The master of the Three Coins Tower laid out the divination coins. “My lord, what you’ve brought is lacking in courage. I can only give you half a reading.”

Yun Yi rolled the prayer beads around his wrist. “Fortune-tellers are the best at changing their fortunes.”

“To celebrate your great victory at Hanguan and your new title, my lord, I don’t mind giving you half a reading as a gift.”

***02***

Yun Yi shook off his weariness and saw a fleeting flash of red between the man’s brows.

“My lord, you’re still drunk. You should get some rest.”

“The Three Coins Tower can divine every secret of heaven. Am I among them?”

He took a step closer, and the stench of wine seemed to fade in the night breeze.

“Whose side are you really on?”

The night wind suddenly grew fierce, setting the two crimson lanterns swaying wildly. Jing Zhiyan’s hood slipped back, revealing a pair of blue lotus eyes that seemed familiar to Yun Yi.

“We’re both people with hatred in our hearts. I serve under no one, and I am no one’s retainer. I answer only to my hatred.”

***03***

Jing Zhiyan gazed at Yun Yi and whispered with utmost tenderness:

“You deserve a vast world, from the northern frontier to the southern lands, riding freely wherever you please. You deserve a long life with the one you love, blessings that endure, and a house full of children and grandchildren.”

By the bright moonlight, Yun Yi studied the figure clad in red.

“Master Jing, I haven’t yet had the chance to ask your name.”

The question came out of nowhere, yet suddenly brought tears to his eyes.

“Zhiyan.”

One who knows the workings of heaven finds it hard to plan his own fate, and hard to preserve his own life.

Yun Yi leaned in to steal a kiss. Jing Zhiyan could not tell whether the light in his eyes came from the lake, the stars, or the person before him. Like a lone boat adrift, he gladly leaned into him.

“We’ll have a vast world, from the northern frontier to the southern lands, riding freely wherever we please. You’ll live to a hundred, with blessings that endure. I’ll be with you for all my life.”

***04***

“Which immortal spirit or divine official are you? Stop being a god and run away with me!”

“All right.”

[Reading Guide]

1. The main story is complete. Sweet bonus chapters are being updated.

2. HE, both leads are pure in body and mind, 1v1. Enjoy with peace of mind.

3. An alternate-world setting. See the author's notes for references. Historical elements are mixed together and are not intended to be academically accurate.

4. My new book, Song of the Wandering Heavens: a tough-as-nails wanderer of the martial world VS a peacock-like young nobleman. 1v1 HE light comedy. The whole manuscript is drafted, and I’ll start posting as soon as I can. Please add it to your collection!

Wishing everyone health and success. Today is another beautiful day!

New book Song of the Wandering Heavens blurb:

[Tough-as-nails wanderer of the martial world] VS [Technically gifted, down-on-his-luck peacock]

“I want my sharp blade drawn, and I want the freedom to roam.”

On his 195th attempt to plan an escape from school, Zhang Cheru finally found the perfect dog hole beneath the back wall.

A great man doesn’t stand beneath a crumbling wall. If there’s a hole, you crawl through it! It’s just a little wriggle.

Having learned his lesson from the previous 194 attempts, he cut his luggage down by seventy percent and kept only his money pouch stuffed full. He held his breath, sucked in his stomach, and barely squeezed through the dog hole

Freedom!

Who could have guessed that on his very first day of freedom, his carriage would fall apart, his money would be stolen, and he’d be drenched by a downpour?

Limping along, he lifted the muddy hem of his brocade robe and plunged into a ruined temple deep in the wilderness. He looked just like a peacock caught in a mud pit, unable to spread its tail.

The peacock glared at the sky and cursed. “Damn that driver! Give me back my money!”

Before he could even catch his breath, he met a pair of icy eyes.

A tiger fallen to the plain gets bullied by dogs. The drenched peacock had run into a lone wolf.

The man had a broad-bladed sword three feet wide. It certainly wasn’t cheap.

Lian Kuo stood with his arms crossed around the sword. “You paid a hundred taels for a broken carriage, plus a driver to escort you all the way to Chengzhou. Is your head full of water or mud?”

Zhang Cheru squeezed out a few catlike tears in outrage. “What would you know! The curtains were embroidered on both sides, the axles were made of Fengxi sandalwood, and it even had the latest shock-absorbing mechanism...”

“Right now, it’s just a pile of scrap.”

A wineskin flew through the air and landed in Zhang Cheru’s arms.

“Quit spouting nonsense!” Lian Kuo gave him a sharp look. “Warm yourself up. Don’t actually freeze to death here.”

Zhang Cheru tipped his head back and took a drink. It tasted worse than horse urine.

Seeing Zhang Cheru staring blankly at the wineskin, Lian Kuo turned to leave, but stopped at the threshold. When the other man came hopping over on his bad leg, Lian Kuo got a good look at the gaudy token hanging from his waist.

He’d heard that Zhang Cheru, the young son of the Minister of Rites, was raised in the lap of luxury, clever and crafty, useless at anything important and full of distracting ideas. So they’d sent him to a Jiangnan academy to cultivate his character.

Lian Kuo had seen him at a palace banquet three years ago. The boy had been figuring out how to pack steel pellets into firecrackers to make them explode into a feast of shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

Who would have thought that after three years away, he’d grown into a fine-looking, flamboyantly dressed young man?

The storm raged outside the temple. Zhang Cheru’s voice, mingled with the scent of grass and wine, drifted to Lian Kuo’s ears:

“Hero, where are you off to uphold justice?”

“South.”

“Mind if I travel with you for a while?”

On this long road, Zhang Cheru’s black-boned, gold-inlaid fan could not hold a candle to Lian Kuo’s three-foot-wide sword.

At last, he couldn’t help saying, “Lian Kuo, your heart is restless.”

“It is. My heart is restless.”

Beneath the wine-shop banner fluttering in the wind, Lian Kuo had thought he’d picked up a gentle jade to cherish, only to discover a sharp blade hidden within.

[The sky is high and the earth is vast. I come and go as I please.]

Reading Guide:

1. The full manuscript is drafted. It’s a light comedy, and I’ll start posting as soon as I can.

2. HE, both leads are pure in body and mind, 1v1. Enjoy with peace of mind.

3. An alternate-world setting. See the author's notes for references. Historical elements are mixed together and are not intended to be academically accurate.

4. Hope you enjoy reading!

Theme: Heaven helps those who help themselves.