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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

The Day Emperor Akishino Died - Part 19: Why is my love token in his hands?

Shufeng averted his eyes from the fan—the sight of his returned love token splintered his heart—and coincidentally saw that a few meters away from the dais the woman swathed in white silken orchids stared at him.

She offered her patented smile.

His eyes flashed, as though he was remembering something. He was able to think connectedly of the events of the past eight years: The way both their gazes lingered on one another, the way their voices became softer; in conversation they stood that little bit closer than folks usually do, and when they parted company he lent in to plant a kiss on her cheek. Wasn't it the silent language of love?

Taizong tapped his brother's left forearm with the back of his hand. On cue, Shufeng turned to his brother so that they sat with their torso facing each other. Next, his head gave in to a tilt that made him look like a hound hearing a whistle for the first time as Taizong declared: