Ancient China

Jinbao had a very, very long dream. In the dream, the house was grand and imposing, but the threshold was so high that he had to struggle to cross it. There was always a curly-haired, delicate-faced child by his side, who, despite often wearing a scowl, followed him wherever he went. He called him Young […]

Thanks for the KoFi LollyMadonna! Extra chaper for you Zhang Que Siming snatched the sword from his hand and pushed him far away. His movements were as swift as lightning, weaving between several black-clad figures. The silver-white sword flashed in and out of sight, beautifully striking down one enemy after another. The smell of blood

  Jinbao’s first reaction was to shake his head left and right. Even though they hadn’t encountered anyone on their way here, and it was already dark, the sight of two men hugging each other couldn’t suppress the guilt and tension he felt. The doctor started undoing his clothes from behind. Jinbao immediately sensed trouble.

After a brief rest, the group got ready and set off, arriving at Xiangbi Village late that night. According to reports from those tracking the Wu clan, they had left Xiangbi Village around noon that day. Without delay, the group headed west, finally catching up to the inn where the Wu clan was staying just

After being brought back to the Su residence, Jinbao first followed Doctor Que’s advice, tearfully expressing his thoughts to his young master. Although his master assured him that he should speak up if he felt wronged and that his master would stand up for him, what could Jinbao say at that point? With Que Siming

Jin Bao looked at Que Siming with a stern face, his mind in a mess. That vague memory definitely seemed to be related to Que Siming. “You… you get up and talk. Don’t lie on top of me.” The divine doctor, addicted to pressing down, remained motionless, squeezing his face. “You need to remember, think

When Su Daxia made his move, he found the person in just half a day. He signaled Que Siming to go into the village to find the person, while Zhao Cai, who was fuming and glaring, dared not say a word in front of Su Yin. Que Siming saw Jin Bao from afar. Jin Bao

Jinbao slept until the afternoon of the next day. When he woke up, he found himself sprawled on Que Siming’s bed, with a dry mattress underneath and silk undergarments on top. His limbs were sore and weak, his waist felt like it was broken, and he was afraid to move. The area below seemed to

  Jinbao had actually spent quite a lot of time interacting with young ladies and young wives growing up. When he was at the Jin residence, there were always groups of maidservants, but the young ladies of his age all liked Zhao Cai. Zhao Cai was articulate and approachable, and he looked quite lively. Unlike

Su Fu and his party marched to the north of the city. According to the young master of his family, it was indeed Zongzheng Huai’en who came that night, and before leaving, he asked the young master of his family to go to an inn in the north of the city to find him, and