Feng Wuxie

I suddenly miss Wanwan. Christmas is coming soon, I wonder how she's doing. I reread this book and found your writing style truly detached and austere. Learning about some history—the wars of the Wei, Jin, and Northern and Southern Dynasties, the rise and fall of dynasties, the madness amidst chaos, the cruelty intertwined with blood and tears—it's a magnificent yet turbulent era, truly heartbreaking. Some scenes seemed to echo historical events, making my heart tremble. I think Wanwan could also explore the path of pure literature; she possesses a certain critical insight and perspective. Some parts were unbearable to read, so heavy. I wonder how your slender shoulders bore the weight of those days and nights of writing. I'm sorry, I always thought Wanwan was fragile, but now I realize you have a truly profound and powerful soul, and I've discovered your extraordinary talent and brilliance—the identity of a romance novelist doesn't define you. Keep going, my darling.

Happy New Year! Wishing you great fortune, happiness, and all your wishes come true.

Murong Chong is ruthless!

I've found that some feelings are hard to express in words. I want to keep those beautiful emotions in my heart. I have many delicate feelings about this novel, but I don't intend to express them. Let some feelings remain in my heart. Well, what I can say is that I genuinely like this kind of emotion, and then, putting myself in Mo Die's shoes, being held by Murong Chong, well, I felt a little shy. The characters in this novel feel particularly alive, like real people, full of flesh and blood.

I came here to learn from "Beauty's Scheme: The Third Bride," and the author's writing is truly superb!

Happy Holidays!

Where is Yimo today?

Ugh, so being in the same book review section as Yu Yu is really stressful, haha. She's already said everything I wanted to say, and in a more concise and amazing way. She said everything I wanted to praise and criticize. It feels like a painting I've been holding back for so long was finally finished by her with such enthusiasm. I enjoyed writing it, and I enjoyed reading it, but I'm still a little frustrated ╮(╯_╰)╭

When I first read *Feng Wuxie*, Wanwan had only updated one or two chapters. I remember the dark, gloomy night, the swirling, stormy wind and rain, the coerced prince of Yan, and the maidservant who risked her life alongside him. At that time, the vast net was just beginning to unfurl, floating in the distant, high sky, not yet touching the ground, waiting for the plot to pull it down slowly, enveloping every corner. I strolled through the corridors of *Feng Wuxie*, gradually deepening my understanding and growing more delighted. In an unintentional turn, tracing back the path I had come from, I discovered that Wanwan's writing had blossomed into something so exquisite, possessing a power that always stirred the heart. Another aspect that delighted me was that Wanwan, like a fluttering butterfly, broke free from the constraints of the mundane world, fluttering her wings amidst the free and vibrant flowers, leaving behind colorful and beautiful traces. I say this because Wanwan's storyline is quite bold for a female-oriented novel. For example, the male protagonist, Murong Chong, is in the Qin Dynasty's harem, and his ruthless personality is surprisingly... Many writers don't seem to have this kind of courage when creating male protagonists. They seem to carefully, even anxiously, consider the character's personality, trying to portray the male protagonist as kind as an angel, without ulterior motives, and pure of heart, even if he has a humiliating past and carries immense hatred. This inevitably leads to a distortion of reality. It's certainly good for people to be as kind as angels, but angels don't exist in this world. Even if they did, they could only be tolerated in our peaceful times. It's too demanding to expect someone who witnessed the near extermination of their entire family and had to struggle to survive amidst countless dangers not to commit demonic acts. To be honest, I really like Murong Chong. He's a very genuine person, possessing both ambition and strategic acumen, as well as an iron-fisted approach. Yet, he's also deeply loyal and righteous. When he killed the young children, a fleeting glint of soft light flashed in his eyes, instantly triggering a pang of pain and revealing the warm heart beneath his cold exterior. I also really like the female lead. Her devotion to Murong Chong is unwavering. Whether amidst the storms of the crumbling dynasty or the chaotic, murky palace under Fu Jian's rule, she never abandons him. She can let the whole world misunderstand her, even when punished and covered in blood, she's unafraid. She only cares about his expression. So, even in her wounds, she anxiously explains to him that she has no connection with other men, and that the punishment is entirely due to Fu Jian's inability to distinguish right from wrong. But he dismisses her explanation indifferently, his gaze fixed only on her battered body. Perhaps for true love, many things aren't so important; what matters is that she's alive. I've been thinking about this: if a wife is sexually assaulted and humiliated, what should a husband's attitude be in a true relationship? Some husbands despise their wives for being impure, even hoping they will die to defend their bodies if forced. Do such husbands truly love their wives? I think they love themselves more. They love their own reputation, enjoying privileges akin to a king. For their wives, they merely pamper, not love, like the affection one has for a kitten or puppy. Shouldn't love be about that person becoming family when you have no one else to rely on? You are each other's most important. If a wife is violated, she should be even more protected, because she is a victim. You are the one who shared her journey, the one who shares her bed—you couldn't be closer. Isn't loving someone about caring for their safety and putting yourself in their shoes? When Murong Chong was at his most vulnerable, Mo Die was willing to sacrifice her life to follow him, or dedicate the rest of her life to helping him achieve his dreams. When Mo Die was falsely accused, punished, and left covered in blood, Murong Chong, despite being under multiple layers of surveillance, still managed to go to her palace, waiting all night for her return from prison, simply because he was worried about her injuries. Before this, to prevent Mo Die from being humiliated by King Fu Jian of Qin, Murong Chong even willingly served Fu Jian himself, a surprising act that almost brought tears to one's eyes. Their deep and unwavering love, their struggle for survival amidst the turmoil, is like the sun struggling through dark fog. I only wish that they will eventually see the clouds part and become a couple.

She never expected anyone to come to this courtyard. Turning around at the sound, she caught a glimpse of the man behind her staggering back several steps, almost falling headfirst into the snow. Mo Die was somewhat panicked, but the man before her seemed even more bewildered. Seeing that he was casually dressed and had no companions, having so recklessly barged into the inner palace, she calmed herself. She had heard that Fu Jian had hosted a dinner for the Crown Prince of Cheshi, assuming he was the prince's attendant, and teased, "Doesn't Cheshi have pear trees? Why are you so terrified by a tree full of pear blossoms?" Mu Yunxun, however, was oblivious to his lapse in composure, still staring blankly at her, his throat seemingly choked, unable to utter a single word. Mo Die chuckled and continued, "You really are making a fuss over nothing. If you're willing to wait here until the moonlight fades..."