Chapter 47: Wasn’t It You That Night?
Tsukuyomi
Song Ning decided to make one last “struggle.” If Qi Chuyao really wouldn’t give him even a single chance and would avoid him like the plague, then he would never…
Matriarchal World: You’re All Bullying the Blind Guy Because No One Will Admit It, Right?
Chapter 48: Wait a Moment
The night was deep. Prince Xin Tang Xuan exchanged a few pleasantries with Mother Qi and Mother Song, nothing more than formalities like “This has been a trying journey,” “Your…
Chapter 49: You’ve Got Some Nerve
This is the most secluded spot in the Song Mansion. A small pavilion stood by the lake, its eaves curving upward at the corners. The lake wasn’t large, and the…
Chapter 50: Shameless Qin Junyue
‘I… I…’ Qin Junyue knelt on the ground, looking up at Song Ning. Moonlight fell on her face, illuminating her striking features clearly. She watched Song Ning’s expression, half-disgusted and…
Chapter 45: Our Spoils of War
Song Youyi smiled gently, the smile blooming on her pale face like a small white flower slowly unfurling—pure and beautiful. But when that smile fell on Xia Ling’s eyes, it…
Chapter 46: Meeting Qi Chuyao Again
The night was as dark as ink, pressing down heavily, enveloping the entire Song Mansion in shadow. The lanterns under the eaves were unlit, no candlelight leaked from the windows,…
Chapter 42: The Scheming Younger Sister
Xia Ling tiptoed over, following the direction of the crying, and circled around to the window. The window was half-closed, leaving a wide crack through which the afternoon light spilled…
Chapter 43: A Fine Young Gentleman
This should be good. She’s finally gone. Song Ning stood by the bed, rubbing the clothes as he put them on, making sure every button was fastened. He turned around…
Chapter 44: Coercion
Song Youyi’s fingers clenched into fists inside her sleeves. Her breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling as if she was struggling to suppress her emotions. After a long…
Chapter 41: What Are You Doing?
She was crying so hard she could barely breathe, her words coming out in fits and starts, as if she might pass out at any moment. “I’m never… never coming…