The Phoenix Is No Phoenix: Young Master Qi Is Irresistible

One warrior can hold a pass against ten thousand. Amid flying blood and smoke-filled battlefields, she is an undefeated young general. At court, she is Yan Qizui, a woman feared by both ruler and ministers. But in the eyes of the man she loves, she is simply a proud woman who has endured injustice and hardship, standing alone in the world. He is the crown prince of a kingdom, yet for her sake, he can only let her go and soar freely. He is the heir of the An Prince's household, yet would rather give up his claim to the throne, declaring that all he wants is her. He is the lowly Third Prince, yet would rather remain a shadow following behind her forever. He is the one she loves most, yet vanished without a trace in a great fire, taking every promise with him... Who does the mortal world hold dear? I can only ask if you feel the same, if you will give me your heart and let me wear red bridal robes. Ask if you feel the same, if you will take my hand and share a love that lasts until we are old. Scene One: “Xiao Qi, your father knows he will soon be joining your mother. I know you hate me, but, my child, I love you, and I love your mother even more. Heed your father's words: serving the ruler is like serving a tiger. Be yourself again. The last thing I can do for you is let you live the life you want.” Scene Two: Yan Zhan could hold back no longer. He burst through the door and snatched the baby from the wet nurse before anyone had even had a chance to see whether it was a boy or a girl. With a solemn air, he opened the swaddling cloth. His expression flickered as he looked at the tiny infant, then he ordered the maids, “Spread the word: I, Yan Zhan, have a fine son.” Scene Three: Yan Qizui said happily, “Jinrui, happy birthday.” Bai Jinrui nodded happily too, then turned to leave, making the same wish in his heart as he had on his last birthday: “I hope Xiao Qi will be with me on every birthday to come.” Scene Four: Anxious to save someone, Yan Qizui immediately rose to take her leave, only to realize she still did not know the young man's name. “May I ask your name, sir?” The youth seemed a little surprised that Yan Qizui had suddenly asked his name, but answered readily, “Xuanyue.” Scene Five: “Yuan Yi.” Yan Qizui turned at the sound of the name. After thinking it over, she couldn't help smiling. “Your name? All right, I'll remember it.” She walked away slowly, leaving Yuan Yi to watch her disappear into the distance. He etched that figure, that smile, and that name into his heart: Yan Qizui. (My first novel, lovingly written for you. Please add it to your collections, support it, tip me, and send flowers and red envelopes! I bow to you all! The more encouragement, the more frequent the updates. Let's keep moving forward and do our best!)