She who arrived from another world has her name spread throughout the continent for her unparalleled healing abilities and elixirs.

She who is a renowned doctor lives a life of minimalism without unnecessary human interaction - and plans to keep to remain that way until the day of her death.

But one day, destiny decides that it's time that the red string of fate should be connected her partner, pushing all her plans out the window.

She, who had decided to live a life away from humans, will soon need to take center stage in this chaotic world alongside her destined one.

A poem about a nightmare that only brings dark thoughts.

I wrote all of my poems and there are more to come. 
     The first poem is about a girl that is confused and questioning random things about life. 
     The second poem is about a relationship about a girl feeling like she is doing something wrong in the relationships and how she feels about how she caught her boyfriend cheating on her out of pain.

"Good poem! Good words!" the four ladies praised together. They all then read the poem silently, imagining the beauty of the description within the poem. It was like the hibiscus out of fresh water, a naturally formed art of the world. It reached perfection and was beautifully crafted. 
However, that lady looked towards how Ling Tian engraved his name and a tinge of disappointment could be seen in her eyes. She could not help but ask, "Can I ask young noble what these words ‘Teary Dreams of Worldly Affairs’ means?" What she meant was: Why don’t you write your real name but leave behind a weird line of words. 
Ling Tian laughed involuntarily as he said, "Because Chang’e stole the elixir, she became lonely every night! I feel that there is only one chance for the most beautiful thing in life. If it is missed, then one can only be like Chang’e, dreaming about worldly affairs with tears. Furthermore," Ling Tian looked towards the lady with a smile, "isn’t the name which I left behind what Miss wanted to see?"
The story of Chang’e sprinting to the moon was also widely spread in this world and this lady would definitely know about it. She thought about the loneliness which Chang’e suffered for the thousands of years, living in regret as she looked down at the mortal world. She then thought about what Ling Tian said, ‘I feel that there is only one chance for the most beautiful thing in life. If it is missed, then one can only be like Chang’e, dreaming about worldly affairs with tears.’
Her heart could not help but tremble, "Don’t tell me I will become like Chang’e in the moon? No! Because Chang’e stole the elixir, she became lonely every night! I don’t want to be lonely every night! I don’t want to dream about worldly affairs with tears!" Her body swayed like the weak willow’s branch in the winds as tears filled her eyes. As she thought about Ling Tian saying, "isn’t the name I left behind what Miss wanted to see?", her heart wrenched in pain. 
Ling Tian knew that he said enough. If he were to carry on, the words may have an opposite effect. 
Looking at the lady’s teary eyes and pitiful expression, Ling Tian felt heartache in his heart as he thought, "I’m sorry! I actually really like you! I liked you ever since I first saw you! Although I am not able to see your true appearance, I cannot lie to myself about such a feeling! But while I feel something for you, you may not feel anything for me! To ensure that we will not have any regrets, and for the big plan in my heart, I hope you will forgive me for using such a scheme against you. Forgive me for purposefully harming you. I will definitely make it up to you in future!" 
All of a sudden, everyone was silent. Then, laughter filled the place from afar, making this place feel even more desolate. 
Ling Tian then gave a cough as he looked up to the sky and said, "I have disturbed you for a long time and it is getting late. I will be taking my leave." He then thought to himself, "I have already sowed the seeds. I just have to wait for her to come and find me. With her intelligence, she will definitely be able to find my real identity."
That lady never expected that this young noble couldn't even be bothered to ask about her name and status before leaving. While it was true that her appearance wasn’t real, sister Wei who was beside her was a real beauty. It seems that this young noble is really a gentleman! Thinking about this, she could not help but feel more admiration towards Ling Tian’s character. She then said reluctantly, "Is young noble going to leave so soon?"
Ling Tian took two steps forward and stopped. Thinking about how this lass loved painting so much, he gave a sigh and added on, "This conversation today made my mood really great. After the parting today, I believe it will be difficult for us to meet again. As people who love painting, I suddenly thought of a story which may be helpful to you. I came and go in a hurry and do not have anything on me. Before I leave, let this story be a gift for you."
That lady was elated as she bowed, "Thank you young noble. This little girl is all ears." She could not help but walk closer to Ling Tian. 
Ling Tian then adjusted his thoughts as he said calmly, "There was a very famous painter called Wen Tong who was an expert in drawing bamboos."
"To draw bamboos, regardless of seasons or weather, he would always roam around in the bamboo forest to notice the subtle changes in the bamboo. At times, he would use his finger to measure how long each segment on the bamboo was. At times, he would record how dense the veins on a bamboo leaves were." 
"There was once where the strong winds began to brew and lightning flashed in the sky. Thunderstorm was obviously approaching and everyone began to run home. But just at this moment, Wen Tong, who was at home hurriedly grabbed his straw hat and sprinted towards the bamboo forest on the mountain. Just when he exited from his house, the rain began to pour."
"Wen Tong was only interested to look at how the bamboo looked like in a thunderstorm and could not be bothered with the slippery ground! He lifted up the lapel of his robe and began to climb up the mountain towards the bamboo forest. By the time he arrived at the bamboo forest, he was already panting heavily. Not bothering about the water splashing at his face, he began to observe the bamboos unblinkingly. He then looked at how the bamboos bent in the rain and wind, swaying all around. Following which, he began to carefully remember how the bamboos looked in the rain and wind."
"Because of how he observed the actions of the bamboo for long periods of time, he was extremely clear of how the bamboo would change in all seasons. In the rain or snow, what the bamboo color was and how their postures would be. Under the intense sunlight of summer, how were the bamboos different. How are the different types of bamboos different from each other. He was extremely clear about all of that. Thus, when he drew bamboos, he does not even need to make a sketch."
"Then, people began to praise him saying, "When Wen Tong draws bamboos, his mind is already filled with bamboos."
As he finished his story, Ling Tian clasped his hands and said, "I will take my leave."
He hardened his heart, ignoring the look of the lady who wanted to keep him back. His footsteps then sped up as he walked out. Suddenly, he felt something — he had been wrapped by a large pressure!
Ling Tian was shocked in his heart, but his face was still calm as he stopped walking. This person obviously only wanted to test him; he only unleashed pressure but there was no killing intent! "No wonder I felt that there was something wrong previously. It turns out there was a super expert hiding behind this little princess’s back!" Thinking about this, it made more sense to him. While the two ladies were skilled in martial arts, they were only average at best. How was it possible for the Yu family to let their little princess out like that? It would only make sense for there to be a hidden expert protecting her!
The smile on Ling Tian’s face was still calm as he acted as though he did not notice this mysterious expert. His footsteps then continued towards the exit of the courtyard, walking at a pace which was neither fast or slow. The spiritual sense then lingered on his body for a moment before being retracted. It was as though he didn't find anything to be strange.
A high pitched laughter then sounded from ahead. Following this high pitched laughter, a lovable voice sounded, "Elder sister Wei, are you guys still painting?" Following the voice, a young lady with a bunch of flowers in her hands bounced in front of Ling Tian. 
Ling Tian could not help but be elated in his heart, "The heavens are really on my side! A free messenger actually appeared, she is actually someone I know!"
This young lady was the daughter of Palace Hall General, Shen Rou’er! The both of their families friends. 
However, Shen Rou’er was not as happy as Ling Tian. As she saw this infamous licentious number one silkpants of the capital appear here without a trace, she only thought that he had ill intentions. Or perhaps, he had harassed a lady here. Now that she saw him walking out briskly with a look of success, she could not help but be shocked! The flowers in her hands dropped to the ground as she exclaimed, "What is a scum like you doing here?!" Her voice was extremely high pitched and filled with disbelief!


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Li Baimu stared at the bulletin wall. More and more students gathered around the wall and even some mentors came to check what the fuss was. After reading the poem, the mentors slapped their thighs, too taken by the words. They lauded the work's simplicity and wisdom.
Li Baimu's sharp ears picked up an ongoing conversation.
"First, we had a 'Fear not a journey of loneliness' and now, this poem on learning? Is there a breakthrough in Dafeng's poetry scene?"
"In the past 200 years, good poems were few and far between. Now, we have two great poems. At least our generation of scholars can proudly face the next generation."
"Compared to the previous poem, I believe this one will have better longevity. It will be frequently used to motivate scholars."
"Why is there no author? Which Confucian scholar wrote this?"
'No author… Better longevity…' Li Mubai's heart drummed excitedly. While his two best friends were occupied, he stealthily made his retreat.
"Brother Chunjing?" Zhang Zhen looked around and realized the man was gone.
"He was still here…" Chen Tai scanned his surroundings. Then, he pointed in the direction of the wall. "There!"
Zhang Zhen turned around and saw Li Mubai dispersing the students. He made it to the wall and took up a brush.
Zhang Zhen and Chen Tai focused their attention on the wall—their pupils deepened and details 100 meters away appeared crystal clear.
Besides the poem title—On Learning—Li Mubai had written a single line of words.
[Between the 37th and the 38th year, this poem was inspired by Mentor Mubai's encouragement to study.]
It basically meant Li Mubai was the source of inspiration.
The two elders were shocked.
"Shameless old man! Put down that brush!"
…
There was a private chamber at the back of the academy. It was built against the mountainside—to the east was a six-layer waterfall, to the west was an evergreen bamboo forest.
Bamboos in the north were a rare sight. It was difficult to cultivate and propagate them. Only in the south could one witness the phenomenon of bamboo shoots growing from the ground after a stormy night.
The academy mentors had transplanted the bamboo plants and laboriously cared for them. It took 50 years of cultivation to achieve this lush bamboo forest.
Scholars were very much taken by bamboos. They praised the plant's strength of character and likened it to humans.
The White Deer Academy headmaster had entered the room one day and saw the vibrant bamboo forest, unyielding to the seasons. 'They are a representation of myself. This shall be my abode. Everyone, please leave.'
That was how the room became the headmaster's private chamber.
Within the elegantly-designed tea room sat an old man in a hemp robe and a woman in a lavish dress. They were enjoying tea together. Outside the room, a row of armored soldiers was on guard.
The old man's unkempt white hair cascaded freely down his back. The laugh lines and frown lines on his face were deep—when he smiled, the eye wrinkles had the other two beat.
Based on only appearance, it was hard to believe the weathered old man was the White Deer Academy's headmaster.
The Confucian leader of this era.
The woman sitting across him was past her teens but her hair was tied into a straightforward spiral bun. A dazzling ornament held up the hairstyle. The styling was a sign of an unmarried woman.
She wore an ivory dress with exquisite embroidery patterns. The ends of her dress swept the floor.
The woman was fresh-faced and beautiful like an untainted lotus flower. Her clear eyes were cool as ice, showcasing the aristocratic aloofness.
No longer a child, the curves of her body stood out.
The crown princess's voice sounded, light as a chime, "We've not met in half a year. The silvers in your hair have grown in abundance."
The headmaster smiled as he sipped his tea. "Lines of frustration, they are."
"Along the way, I heard some scholars…'Fear not a journey of loneliness, for you are not a stranger to the realm'!" The crown princess's eyes flickered with emotions.
"It is such an amazing piece. I really loved it. I wonder which Confucian scholar wrote it?"
Zhao Shou shook his head and smiled.
"Why are you mocking me?"
"It is not you that I mock. I'm laughing at the fact that all the talents in White Deer Academy could not compete with a person's random ramblings. Dafeng's scholars are too rigid in their thinking. Traditional and soulless. Poetry requires the soul to be open."
"This… You worry me, Headmaster." The crown princess had a serene expression as her slender fingers lifted the teacup. She sipped her tea elegantly as a lady of the Imperial family would.
Zhao Shou sighed and said, "The poet isn't a scholar but a low-level official in Changle County."
The crown princess's face twitched.
Dafeng's crown princess was different from other women. Daughters of nobility often took up a musical instrument, learned some chess, studied some books, and did art—that was sufficient for that time and age.
Shirking off traditions, the crown princess had picked up chess from Wei Yuan, learned the art of war with Zhang Zhen, and studied governance under Chen Tai. She could dictate Confucius's scripture and her policy essays were on par with the scholars in the Imperial College.
She was an erudite, through and through.
When she was 18, the Emperor allowed her to join the book-making process in Hanlin Academy. However, last year, the crown princess tried to rewrite the history books and was ousted by the officials.
"Will you not consider taking up an official position?" The crown princess's eyes were sincere as her tone was serious. "Confucianism prioritizes the people. Why would you waste the little years you have left?"
Few people knew that Qingzhou's provincial administration commissioner position was initially awarded to Zhao Shou.
However, he refused the position and wrote a recommendation to the courts to select Ziyang's Layman.
"I wouldn't mind wasting my years if my students have a path to knowledge." Zhao Shou sighed. "Unfortunately, even after more than a dozen years of hard work, we're still unable to cross this moat set by the Second Sage[1]."
"You hold on too much to the past. There's no need for that." The crown princess casually refilled her tea. "The Emperor awarded you the position in hopes to reestablish the White Deer Academy's presence in the imperial courts. For the future of your students, you shouldn't reject the offer."
Zhao Shou chuckled. "Losing control of Wei Yuan? Or are the reds and purples[2]' dragon-slaying techniques improving?"
The crown princess uttered each word from the depths of her heart. "It's for the common folk of Dafeng, for the people of the realm."
Zhao Shou had a sardonic smile.
The crown princess sighed. As she spoke, her tone changed. "After the Battle of Shanhai Pass, Dafeng has been weakening. The frequency of disasters increases every year. Countless sinecures[3] and widespread corruption among the courts.
"The gentlemen in courts only care about their political feud. Many prattle nonsense while few actually pull their weight. Headmaster, the empire needs a tailor."
Before Zhao Shou could say a word, the crown princess continued. "Three years ago, the Northern Barbarians violated the treaty and crossed our borders multiple times, threatening our people.
"The Southern Barbarians destroyed the horse roads and ambushed our guarded towns, intending to claim the land as theirs.
"The Western Zhu Kingdom has been eyeing for an opportunity to spread Buddhism through the Central Plains."
At that point, her voice was louder and strained. "Headmaster, as a man of culture, shouldn't you be doing your part to defend and protect the empire?"
Zhao Shou stared at the crown princess. Then, his eyes drifted away from the beautiful and arrogant face to gaze at the bamboo forest.
He shook his head and sighed. "It's not that I don't want to, but the time is not right. Please, take your leave, Your Highness."
The disappointment in the crown princess's eyes was evident. Just as she was about to bid farewell, the sounds of running footsteps came from outside the private chamber. One of the mentors entered and said, panting, "Headmaster, Li Mubai, Zhang Zhen and Chen Tai are fighting."
[1] The man who left the White Deer Academy and founded the Imperial College.
[2] The high-ranking officials.
[3] A position requiring little or no work but giving the holder status or financial benefit.


Once a police academy graduate—Xu Qian, woke up and found himself in jail. He was to be banished to the borderlands in three days...
Stuck in this inhumane society, his initial goal was just to be a rich man and pass his days in relative safety.
…
Many years later, Xu Qian recalled the events of the past. His enemies and friends were dead, there was nothing of them left but bones.
The rolling Yangtze River flows east as the waves wash away the heroes. 
Success or failure, wrong or right; matters little, it might?
The lush mountains remain while the sun sets every night.


Regarding the storefront's renovation and design, Wen Xinya called Gu Junling. Indeed, he had connections in this area and introduced a designer who was very experienced in ancient architectural design. After several rounds of communication and alterations, the storefront was finally confirmed to be styled after the prosperous Tang dynasty, combining honor and extravagance, truly forging an imperial royal banquet. 
Gu Junling even introduced the original renovation crew of the Ninth-Heaven to Wen Xinya. Naturally, Wen Xinya was overjoyed and fully handed over all matters concerning renovation works of the storefront to them. The renovation of the storefront was being carried out hurriedly and was understood to be able to be completed in just three months.
With this matter settled, Wen Xinya decided to treat Gu Junling to a meal as a show of her appreciation. Of course, she also asked Zhou Tianyu, Xu Tongxuan, and Ling Qingxuan along—it was a pity that Han Mofeng couldn't join them due to the strict discipline of his military school.
Naturally, she couldn't treat Gu Junling to a meal at the Ninth-Heaven—otherwise, it would seem too insincere. After all, the Ninth-Heaven was his family's estate and he had already tasted all the dishes and beverages there before. 
Wen Xinya heard Grampy mention a private kitchen by chance. Thus, she brought Gu Junling there to try some dishes together. 
After school, the few of them came to a small alley at the southern district of the capital city together. The small alley, which still retained ancient architecture, felt deep and quiet, having been through the vicissitudes of life. The slightly peeling walls were filled with signs of aging, yet felt surprisingly simple and unsophisticated.
Wen Xinya brought them to the door of one of the units and lightly tapped the copper ring on the door a few times. Very quickly, the door swung open to a forty-odd-years-old middle-aged woman wearing a blue-printed cotton shirt, her hair meticulously combed up to the back of her head, and her nails neatly trimmed, making her feel like a plain and clean person.
"Are you guys here to dine? We only accept reservations here!" Although the woman was speaking words of rejection, her round face was full of peacefulness and smiles, making one unable to dislike her.
Wen Xinya smiled and said, "Old Mr. Mo introduced us here."
The woman hurriedly pulled open the front door with big smiles. "Please come in."
It was a compound with houses around a courtyard which was common in the old capital city. In the middle of the courtyard was a man-made lake with a rockery which housed a school of colorful koi fishes swimming about freely with their joyous tails trailing behind them playfully. A clump of elegant bamboo with gently rustling leaves added to the peacefulness of the courtyard.
The woman brought Wen Xinya and the rest into a room with a bamboo painting with a poem. Wen Xinya could recognize Grampy's handwriting at first sight and couldn't help but feel slightly surprised.
After the few of them sat down, the woman smiled and said, "What would the few of you like to drink? We only have tea and water here."
Wen Xinya said, "Bring us a pot of Biluo tea and a few types of snacks."
After the woman left, Gu Junling couldn't help but laugh and said, "This is indeed not bad. I myself have been to all the places of interest in the capital city. However, I didn't know that the capital city actually hid such an elegant place."
The furnishing in the room had a vintage feel to them—especially that bamboo painting with a poem which added a touch of finesse grace to the entire room. 
Wen Xinya smiled and said, "I also only learned about it after hearing it from Grampy. Ay! The bamboo painting with a poem up there is Grampy's handwriting. Looks like my Grampy is on pretty good terms with the owner here."
Many people pursued Grampy's works, but his paintings rarely spread outside. The fact that this private kitchen could possess Grampy's autograph showed that it was definitely very close to Grampy.
Gu Junling said, "So it's Old Mr. Mo's handwriting. Old Mr. Mo's paintings are mostly majestic with thick ink, such a leisurely work is indeed a first for my eyes. Seeing this, Old Mr. Mo's indifferent state of mind is indeed more befitting of such leisure."
Zhou Tianyu looked at the painting on the wall with twinkling eyes. "Previously, on my birthday, the Perseverance article written by Old Mr. Mo for me impressed my Grandpa greatly. He kept saying that Old Mr. Mo's words and paintings are one of its kind in this world, and even said that the fact that Old Mr. Mo looked at me and gave me pointers is the fortune of three of my lifetimes, so I have to be thankful."
Xu Tongxuan said, "My house has a painting of eight fine horses by Old Mr. Mo which Grandpa treasures greatly."
Ling Qingxuan smiled and said, "Once, I saw a charming landscape painting by Old Mr. Mo at an auction overseas—it was truly majestic and awed everyone. Eventually, it was won by a foreign businessman with a bid of 8.5 million yuan. Old Mr. Mo is the only current artist whose work commanded such an exorbitant price."
As the few of them chatted away, the room's bamboo door was pushed open to another forty-odd-years-old woman, similarly wearing a blue-printed cotton shirt, who brought in some tea and snacks.
The woman looked gentle, and although her looks were not considered pretty, she looked very pleasant with an ancient, scholarly feel in her eyes and brows. "Young Mistress and Mistress really look identical, but your aura is more similar to Old Master—indeed a child of the Mo Family."
Wen Xinya was stunned—did such a tone indicate that this woman had also been a servant of the Mo Family once?
The woman smiled and cleared things up for her. "I'd once served by your Granny's side—you can call me Mother Bai. After I got married, I left the Mo Family and started this private kitchen."
"Nice to meet you, Mother Bai!" Wen Xinya called out accordingly.
Mother Bai seemed very happy. "Young Mistress and guests, what would you guys like to have?"
"It's our first time here. Mother Bai, you can just arrange a few specialty dishes for us." Wen Xinya attitude became friendlier towards this woman.
"Okay! I'll go get them now!" Without saying more, Mother Bai turned her back and left the room.
As the few of them enjoyed the snacks, Xu Tongxuan raved non-stop about the snacks here. "Xinya, this Mother Bai of yours is too awesome—it's my first time tasting such yummy snacks. I'll definitely have to pack some back later before leaving."
Zhou Tianyu took the chestnut cakes in front of Xu Tongxuan and placed them in front of herself. "Don't eat so much, otherwise you'll be too full for the main dishes later." Saying which, she took a piece of chestnut cake and started eating.
Wen Xinya could taste that Mother He's confectionery skills were probably imparted from this Mother Bai.
The dishes were quickly served—various cuisines prepared via steaming, cooking, frying, and stewing quickly filled up the entire table. The main courses were stewed white eel, braised yellow croaker with tofu, deep-fried meatballs, steamed pork ribs, as well as some other dishes which left Wen Xinya and the few of them in awe. 
Gu Junling was experienced and knowledgeable, but also couldn't help but praise. "These dishes may look common, but a closer smell reveals that they were prepared with secret recipes and techniques. Not only are they rich in color, flavor, and taste, but also, more rarely, retained the rustic flavors of home-cooked food."
"Who cares if they're rustic or not—I'll start eating first!" Xu Tongxuan took her chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish tofu. Instantly, the fresh and tender tofu, with the rich aroma of fish, made her widen her eyes. "It's really too delicious." 
Wen Xinya liked spicy food. She picked up a piece of stewed white eel—the fresh and tender eel flesh had the authentic spicy flavor of Huzhou and made Wen Xinya feel very happy eating it.


Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically. 

Fifteen years after her rebirth, ravenously raging for revenge, she tears down the hypocritical mask of the foster daughter who had taken her place, and reduces her greedy stepmother and stepsister back to their original sorry states. 

To the jerk's profession of his deep love for her, she only has one thing to say, "Get the hell out of my life. The love you speak of humiliates love!" 

Regardless of the appearances of you monsters, I’ll take in it my stride with my capability, building a business dynasty of my own, sitting in the depths of my riches, bathing in the glistening limelight of the world. 

A certain rich empire's CEO: "Don't mind me. I'm just leaving my mark here to declaring my possession rights; I’ll wait patiently for you to grow up!" The queen's mighty return with commercial warfare fully within her grasp, she navigates the power struggles with skill and verve. When it comes to scheming conspiracies, all she has to say is, "Who are you again? Don’t even bother!"

Lin Feilu looked at her and thought to herself, Isn't this Third Princess Lin Xi, the one who fainted in the previous evil spirit incident?

 

Three steps away from her stood a young boy. The back of his silhouette felt faint, yet his posture was very elegant. Surrounded by a sea of bamboo, he seemed to be enveloped by an extraordinarily dignified aura. Another young boy who looked like a servant was standing beside him, pleading in a low voice, "Third Princess, His Highness still has a fever."

 

Lin Xi was not willing to let this matter slide, "So what? Even if the heavens crumble today, he has to accompany this princess to the lake!"

 

Lin Feilu thought to herself, Why does this princess act like a street thug who's robbing candies from a helpless little kid?

 


 
As she walked closer and closer, she finally saw the appearance of this 'helpless little kid' whom this thuggish princess was harassing.

 

What the hell?

 

Where did this handsome little brother come from? How can you look this handsome without angering both gods and demons!

 

Lin Feilu felt the urge to harass him too.

 

Lin Feilu had seen countless beauties over the years. If she only counted the ones she had met since arriving in this world, even mere palace maids were easy on the eyes, thus it was logical that the esteemed concubines and princes would be even more beautiful.

 

As someone who attached great value to good looks, she was not so easily amazed by just anyone. However, this little boy who looks to be around 11-12 years old had managed to mesmerize her.


 
 

When Goddess Nüwa created mankind, everyone else must have been mass-produced, while this boy was personally sculpted with her hands. The contours of his visage was meticulously precise: each stroke was neither too thin nor heavy. He was beautiful without being effeminate, and gentle without forgoing dignity.

 

(T/N: Goddess Nüwa is the mother goddess of Chinese mythology. It was said that she molded figures made from yellow earth and brought them to life, thus she is credited as the creator of mankind.)

 
 

Shadows cast by the bamboo leaves were intermingling with rays of sunlight, producing flickering specks of light that danced on the young boy's figure. His appearance was ethereal, as if he was not of this world.

 

She once read a poem of Su Shi:

 

A man as handsome as you should only appear in paintings,

All I know at the sight of you is to be mesmerised.

I write and think of you till the rivers ran dry,

Only then did I know you were no mere man.

 

At this moment, she felt that every word of this poem was appropriate to describe this encounter.

 

He already had this kind of appearance at such a young age. If he grew up and developed his features a little more, he could potentially become the source of great turmoil in the hearts of all girls under the heavens!

 

Clearly, Third Princess Lin Xi had been bewitched.

 

Despite facing Lin Xi's overbearing attitude, the young boy did not lose his composure. He was neither angry nor annoyed. On the contrary, there was a smile on his face, showing that he had calmness far beyond his peers. He said mildly, "It's a small matter for me to accompany you to the lake, but I haven't recovered from my cold yet. I am just worried that my illness will spread to the Third Princess. You're finally in good health now, so you mustn't torment yourself again."

 

What he said was obviously a refusal, but his words showed his care and consideration for her. As expected, Lin Xi suddenly restrained her temper and asked somewhat happily, "You were concerned for me?"


 
 

Song Jinglan smiled slightly: "Naturally, I do care about you. The bamboo forest is very windy, so the princess should not stand out here in the open. Let's head back first."

 

Lin Xi was cajoled into obedience with just two to three sentences from him. She summoned her palace maids and turned to leave. She happened to see Lin Feilu who was looking back at her. Thinking of her previous predicament, she immediately said in an arrogant tone, "My luck must be foul. I keep running into this pesky little imp wherever I go."

 

Lin Feilu retracted her gaze. Immediately, she fearfully hid behind Lin Jingyuan, clutching the corner of his clothes tightly and did not dare to look up.

 

Upon seeing this, Lin Jingyuan became angry as he pointed at Lin Xi and scolded, "How dare you act so conceited before me! Eldest Imperial Sister has tolerated your arrogance for far too long! If I hear you spout any of that nonsense one more time, you won't get off the hook so easily!"

Lin Feilu, or better known by her nickname—Green Tea Princess, was the best of all the scheming b*tches that the world had ever seen. She was the Oscar-winning actress among the masses with real life as her stage. Acting coy, slandering, feigning innocence, or playing the saint, she aced it all. Simply put, she was the proverbial villainess.

Ah, but retribution came way too early for this malicious personage and she died on her 27th birthday.

In death, Lin Feilu reflected on her career of 20 years as the Green Tea Princess. She was full of regret and remorse over the life she once led. She vowed, if there was an afterlife, she would atone for her misdeeds and be a good person.

She transmigrated into a five-year-old princess of the Dalin Dynasty. In the name of family, she had a sickly mother disfavoured by the emperor, a mentally challenged and daft older brother.

Her life was constantly in danger, with having little to eat and trying to stay warm.

The living environment was very harsh.

Lin Feilu, who wanted to be a good person: … You forced me! Sorry, I can only activate my unique skill.

Harem fight? Striving for favor? Climbing the ranks?

Apologies, but let me show you what it means to be slaughtered by a maxed out player.

Note: “Green Tea” is a woman who presents herself as innocent, sweet, and kind but is very scheming and calculative in reality.

Writer: Chun Dao Han
Photo is not mine it's from pinterest. 
Translator: JellyMae

During Jiang Shiqin's trip to the Distant Lands, an incident happened.

As he had been traveling with the Autumn Pavillion for protection and convenience's sake, Jiang Shiqin had spent the entire trip in their temporary residences, which numbered in the hundreds across the continent, or first-class inns that were no different that a noble's lounging. It was also natural that his food and accommodation expenses were covered by the generous Master Wu, and that there wasn't a single copper coin on his body.

Which was why here he stood, staring at the restaurant owner's outstretched hands, devoid of a single glimpse of hope. 

"Brother," Jiang Shiqin donned a smile that was as elegant as a moonlight rhapsody. "I have been travelling the lands for years, and did not notice my dwindling funds. Would you be so kind as to let me pay you back with another form of payment?"

The restaurant was merely a tiny establishment in a poor town, and the owner's rough bearing showed his familiarity with hard labour. "What kind of payment?" The owner asked, a scowl on his wrinkled face.

Jiang Shiqin kept his refined smile, and the elegance seeping from him was akin to an immortal's grace. "Brother, this one is untalented and cannot do much. Seeing as your lovely restaurant lacked a poem to highlight its splendidness, how about I gift a poem to you?"

The owner's scowl deepened. "Why'd I need some random poem? This is not your cultured establishments in the capital, boy. We don't care about those pretty but useless things here." He scoffed in disdain.

"How about this," he continued. "My son's preparing for the national examinations. If you're good enough to compose a poem, teach him for one afternoon and I won't mention this matter anymore."

Jiang Shiqin's eyes lit up. If the owner had insisted on taking money, he would have been forced to ask for help from the Autumn Pavillion, and his reputation as a polished scholarly young man would have gone to smoke. 

As a matter of fact, he also wanted to experience new things once in a while, just like how he had insisted on coming to this town alone because of his curiosity. Might he happen to be incredibly suited to tutoring? Perhaps he could earn extra income if he suddenly had to run away and went into seclusion? That was very much a possibility - he had no way to ensure that he wouldn't be targeted one day.

Jiang Shiqin spoke in agreement, and the owner led him to a shabby room behind the restaurant. There was a boy around ten years old carefully reading a yellowed and frayed book. He had delicate features, a far cry to the owner's course ones, and his eyes were glimmering like a pair of jet black pearls.

"Ah Qiu, this' a tutor I found for you."

The boy named Ah Qiu looked up, and his exquisite small face, sure to become an outstanding beauty in the future, made Jiang Shiqin a little worried about his safety. 

"Dad, it's alright that you bought this book and some others for me. I can slowly learn them, no need to spend money to invite a tutor for me."

The owner laughed, and ruffled the boy's hair with fondness.

"This is somebody who ate at our restaurant. He did not bring money, and so asked to pay in another way. Seeing as he was fluent in words and had a cultured bearing, I wanted to try out a bit, and convinced him to become your teacher for half a day."

Ah Qiu, looking more relieved than before, nodded and gave his father a blooming smile.

"Thanks, dad. Ah Qiu will learn well."

The owner left, not forgetting to gave Jiang Shiqin a warning look. Jiang Shiqin simply smiled in response and brought a stool in front of the worn table where the boy was sitting.

"Ah Qiu, is it? Is there any place you don't understand or something you would like to learn more about?" 

The boy fell into a deep trance. After a minute, he shook his head. 

Was this boy a genius? Or - more likely, he didn't know what he didn't know. 

Jiang Shiqin raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure about that? You truly have no question?" 

Ah Qiu's face was honest and lacked any hint of arrogance when he replied. 

"Yes, Mister."

Seeing Jiang Shiqin's strange expression, Ah Qiu hastiliy added. "Actually, there's something I really need help with. The Spring and Autumn Annals that Dad bought me is missing a section. Can I trouble Mister to fill it for me?" 

Jiang Shiqin wanted to bash his head against the wall. As a person from modern times, he had never felt the need to memorize the Four Books and the Five Classics mechanically, especially when his family background in this ancient era didn't require that he studied too hard. This was one of the rare few times in his life that he was feeling flustered.

He managed to squeeze out a few words without changing his expression. "Ah Qiu, you can always ask your father to buy you the missing information. It's quite rare that you met somebody like me here. How about asking a more advanced question?" 

The boy seemed to be muttering under his breath, but nodded obediently anyway.


"Ah... Then can you help me copy down some famous poems in this era? All that I have right now is the classics, but I would really like to broaden my horizons and read my contemporaries' work - I mean, read the work of contemporary great masters."

Looking at that bright pair of eyes with a hint of expectation, Jiang Shiqin could not do anything but agree to his request.

Thus, he spent his first day as a tutor as a free copying machine, writing down poems after poems while Ah Qiu continued reading his book. The atmosphere was peaceful and harmonious. 

When the rosy light of an imminent sunset shone through gaps of the roof, Jiang Shiqin finally stopped and handed the work he had written with care on bamboo sticks to Ah Qiu.

He had at the very least been useful, right? Right? Even if he didn't do anything a tutor should have done - he had not been a worthless burden, right? 

When the boy saw the stack of poems, which had burned half of his reserve of bamboo sticks, his face twitched a little. However, the ignorant Jiang Shiqin decided to attribute it to awe of his magnificent calligraphy.

"This master," said Ah Qiu sweetly. His face had resumed his adorable look. "Ah Qiu don't know how to thank you for your grace anymore. Might I know your distinguished name? In the future, if there's a chance, I will surely repay you for your kindness today."

Somehow, he had twisted Jiang Shiqin's image from a swindler who didn't pay for his meal into a noble character. Flattering rich and powerful-looking people who could step on you like an ant was a skill necessary for survival. Jiang Shiqin was a perfect image of a young master from an aristocratic family on  a stroll - elegant and refined, and had no idea about the need for money. Ah Qiu mentally praised himself. 

The supposed young master replied with a smile. "I am called Jiang Shiqin. May we meet again in the future."

At these words, Ah Qiu seemed surprised, but quickly regained his composure and bid goodbye. Thus did Jiang Shiqin's one and only attempt of becoming a tutor ended without a splash.

-0-0-

Ah Qiu looked at the retreating figure. His mind was a mess.

"System, is that really him? That Jiang Shiqin? The protagonist of the story?"

The system replied in affirmation. "There's no doubt about that. Everything about this person matches the info in the database."

Ah Qiu frowned. "Then why exactly is he here at this dirt-poor town? Shouldn't he be at the capital seducing people and building that famed harem of his that spares neither men nor women?"

The system seemed troubled at this plot deviation as well. At last, it suggested. "Since you transmigated here, it probably means that this world is open to external influences. It wouldn't be strange if something went haywire in the capital."

The boy was dumbfounded. "Doesn't that mean... My knowledge about the book's plot can't be used anymore? One of my golden fingers has disappeared?"

The system hastily replied. "Host, it's not the end of the world! You still have your knowledge as a modern entity from the twenty-first century, still have your super memory, and most of all, still have the heaven-defying bio intelligence that is the superb me..."

A hundred meters away, Jiang Shiqin seemed to have heard someone's heartwrenching cry. He shrugged and continued walking, not knowing that his presence here had completely disrupted the majestic plans of a young boy, or that, unknowingly, he had indirectly thrown the world many years later into chaos.

When Jiang Shiqin arrived at the Distant Lands governed by the five great sects, he was forcefully pulled into the underlying currents of history. In a time when righteousness obscures murder and friendship is worth less than a cup of wine, an individual's strength is insignificant.

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