Cherished and Protected

A ruthless chancellor’s daughter who says little × a composed but sharp-tongued regent 【Historical fantasy, wuxia, political intrigue, equally matched leads, both pure, one-on-one romance】 She was the only daughter of the Yin family, chancellors of the Great Liang, raised in luxury and cherished by her parents. Then a coup in Great Liang destroyed her family, leaving her to struggle for survival as she drifted through the martial world… She still doesn’t know the truth behind her father’s brutal death, and her mother vanished in broad daylight without a trace. As the martial world grows turbulent and the sects trade open blows and hidden attacks, she trains diligently in martial arts and hones her schemes. At last, fate gives her the chance to return to the capital. With gold needles in both sleeves, she paints lotuses with effortless grace. In the halls of power, she faces every challenge head-on. How will this journey end? As she searches for answers, will she discover that everything is inextricably tied to the Qilin Wood guarded by the imperial family? He was the peerless and exalted Regent of Nanxia, commanding a million soldiers. He could cross ten thousand miles on horseback and test his sword in Spring City, yet alone by a lamp, he was like mist among the Cang Mountains… Dressed in an embroidered dragon robe, he came alone to the capital of Great Liang, determined to claim the rare Qilin Wood. His bamboo-clasped sword could cut through conflict, and he knew exactly why he had come. So why did meeting her gaze leave him spellbound? He swung his sword and shattered the ice and snow that had remained frozen for ten thousand years across half of Haiyan Mountain. Defying his own long-held belief in peace, he thrust his blade at the new emperor of Beiliao to save her from danger… She used a forbidden art and exhausted her inner strength to shield him from the energy of a senior master. She tore strips from her skirt to make him a brocade mat. As they walked through the boundless mountains, she spoke to him in veiled words about what she felt. Whether they are adversaries or each other’s salvation, let the world’s lines between black, white, and gray remain blurred. Let the sandstorms sweep the dust across mountains, rivers, and seas. Believe this: even in a torrential downpour, someone will be willing to walk this stretch of the road with you.