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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 33: Is it the day when friendships split?

Unfazed, the man exclaimed: "You should be ashamed. You have no moral standards or sense of decency? She is the Crown Prince's woman!"

The next instant, with promptness and without warning, the tip of a sword's blade glinted in Ishiro's eyes and flew dangerously close to his throat. And Emika gave a little gasp.

Jian had always been like Shufeng's shadow, with steps so weightless, moving fast and skilfully; and where the prince was, Jian would be nearby. "How dare you confront His Highness?! If you apologise to His Highness, your insolence will be forgiven." 

Ishirō was a muscular man, who, with his excellent fighting techniques and his usual sangfroid—both characteristics acquired from all his intense military training and his experience of facing dangers on the battlefields—did not the least appeared threatened when the bodyguard's sword pressed against his neck.