The Rise of Xueyue
"What do you want from me?" "Everything. Your soul, your body, your heart, but above all, I want you. Come to me, and you will be sheltered from every storm and hurricane that might come our way." - - - - - Like every pitiful protagonist, Xueyue's life was riddled with unfortunate events. An aloof birth mother? Check. A crazy father? Check. An older sister with a superior complex?Double-check! Through a twist of unfortunate events, Xueyue was sentenced to death by beating. And no, she did not reincarnate to a better life. Offered the opportunity to have a new identity, Xueyue eventually found herself colliding paths with a mischievous and fearsome, but devilishly handsome Commander who'd stop at nothing to acquire her heart. Will he succeed in doing so? Sly. Vicious. Ruthless. The very whisper of his name was enough for soldiers to abandon their weapon and armor in the battlefield. Yet, this merciless Commander found himself on wits-end with a sharp-tongued woman that turned his entire world into beautiful chaos. Many say love is a fleeting emotion, but to them, love is a constant devotion. - - - - - [WARNING: THERE IS MATURE CONTENT IN THIS STORY.] Note: This is an ORIGINAL story, and not a translation. This book is found exclusively on webnovel.com. Please do not post it anywhere else. This book is 500+ chapters because it is a combination of the entire volume (4-5 books) in one! All rights reserved. Amazing Editors: Swaning, Ketaki, filledelisle Author's IG: @xincerely_author The book is found exclusively on webnovel.com. The cover is commissioned art, all rights belong to me and the artist, Lia Audelia.
All Night
"Please excuse me," Wen Jinkai politely murmured and left the tent before anyone could properly respond. He placed what he took from Xueyue into his pocket. He walked past his family's tent, a place he only stepped into when necessary. He couldn't even refer to the place as a family tent aside from the surname they shared.
If Duke Wen Xuan and his wives considered themselves as parents, then storms were light drizzles of rain. They were a joke of a parent to him, and as far as he was concerned, they were only his parents in name—even if Wen Jinkai had half of his father's genes.
Wen Jinkai lightly stepped up the stairs leading to the royal family, as if he was made to easily tread it. People always found this climb to be intimidating. Because after all, everyone could see whoever was on it. And with the Imperial Family gazing down, it felt like they were being judged. Not that he cared about mindless gossips or useless opinions.