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The Crowned Cat and The Fallen Prince

That night, long ago, as the rain soaked the ground, he should have turned away instead of foolishly waiting for her! Oh, why did he have to stubbornly wait for her? Their life was now drenched in the colours of both love and blood. That ill-fated night, he kissed her, whereas she thrust the dagger into his chest, clenching tightly the icy white jade hilt and pushing. As Shufeng watch his blood spilling, he was still more bewildered than angered. How could he possibly bear it: killed by the woman he loved? Untold confusion and fear filled his eyes when he simply asked: “Why?" She wanted Shufeng’s brother as the future emperor, and revenge for the death of her family. Crestfallen and heartbroken upon finding out she had been deceived, Emika is willing to sacrifice everything–even at the risk of loosing her human form forever–to find him, be with him and seek forgiveness. A tale packed with sword fights, lies and betrayal, lost love and redemption, court intrigue, crossing world, stolen memories and; a story of a prince fighting back to claim the throne, and a woman changing into a cat.

LaLouette · Fantasy
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169 Chs

Shall We Always Ride Winds and Waves?

Movement came from beyond the screen doors. 

"Oh, it is you!" exclaimed Shufeng. "I have been gasping for a drink of tea."

Without waiting to be prompted, Jian kneeled down on the floor cushion between Shufeng and Li Ji. While she quickly moved around some papers and bamboo slips to make room for the tea tray, her attention shifted to Jian's tetchy face. Also, the muscles in his shoulders seemed all stretched taut as he put down the tea tray on the breakfast table.

"What kind of expression is that?" Li Ji enquired.

"I have a horrible feeling in my stomach." Jian replied while he poured hot tea into an earthenware cup.

Someone like Jian had a few undeniable traits: Clear as ice and clean as jade*, being able to run fast and fly across the rooftops, and possessing the gift of an unerring instinct. And so, if his gut told him that something was taking on a threatening shape, his companions took it as a holy word.