One Sword Binds Your Heart
Walking the earth with a sword in hand Love and hate freely without a plan Stray into the red dust and grievances rise Emotions become the hero’s demise A bloodstained dress is the emperor’s dream The battlefield is not what it seems One sword may bind or break the heart Next life we’ll stay forever apart ----- When a twist of fate causes high school junior Wang Jingyuan to transmigrate into an alternate universe—one where Wuxia and palace struggles play out in real life—she promptly finds herself deeply entangled in power schemes, war, and heartbreak. Left with only her wits, modern knowledge, and all the dramas she’s ever watched, she must navigate this new world and become the smart and strong protagonist of her own story—without losing herself. As the worlds collide and fates intertwine, will Wang Jingyuan find her happily ever after, or will reality shatter every beautiful daydream? ----- Note: This is an ORIGINAL story, not a translation! All rights reserved. Warning: There will be minor cursing in the story.
Royalty
The waiter ran up the stairs with five more jars of osmanthus wine for the two young ladies in the private room. It was their, what, fourth or fifth refill now? Every time he went in to bring them more wine, he expected them to be slumped on the table or sleeping on the floor, thoroughly drunk. Every time, he was surprised to see them still talking loudly and encouraging each other to drink more. Martial artist women sure were built different.
In the room, Qiuyun reached for an open jar of osmanthus wine. "Jingyuan mei-mei, drink some more with me." Her speech was completely slurred now. Still, she tried to drink from the jar, which was unfortunately empty. "Waiter! Where is my wine?"
"Coming, miss!" The waiter quickly came into the room. He set down the jars on the table, having to push aside empty dishes and ceramic jars to make room. "Miss, you should really pace yourself. Drinking too much isn't good for you."