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Chapter 48: Bloodlines and Mirrors

                      Mu Xuanling couldn't help but laugh at Fu Lansheng's theatrical reaction. After steadying A Bao on her feet, she explained with amusement, "Young Palace Master, this is A Bao!" The moment Mu Xuanling released her, A Bao instinctively dropped to all fours, her childish voice piping up earnestly. "Big Brother, don't you recognize me?" Fu Lansheng's suspicious gaze darted between the three of them before finally settling on the little girl crouched like a mouse on the floor. "The voice does sound very similar…" He approached cautiously, studying her features. Caught between laughter and exasperation, Mu Xuanling pulled A Bao upright again. "A Bao, you're in human form now. You can't act like a mouse anymore." A Bao wrinkled her nose, fidgeting with her skirt hem. Her large, dark eyes clouded with worry. "But standing on two legs is so tiring. Why can't I stay on all fours?" This is definite...
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A Romantic Collection of Chinese Novels

Heartfelt Thoughts

 


Original Title: ๅฟƒๅฐ–ๆ„

Author: Tian Ruyu ๅคฉๅฆ‚็Ž‰

Raw Link: Xinjianyi

Total Chapters: 106 Chapters

Synopsis:

Shunyin and Mu Changzhou shared a childhood defined by silence and distance. She was reserved; he was quiet. In the rare moments their paths crossed, she maintained polite formality, addressing him only as "Second Brother Mu."

At seventeen, he astonished the two capitals by passing the imperial examination, instantly becoming a renowned scholar sought after by countless noble families. Even his father was eager to arrange an advantageous marriage. Shunyin, observing the frail, fair-skinned figure from afar at the Qujiang Night Banquet, simply shook her head. "He and I are not of the same ilk."

From that night, their worlds diverged. Both believed they had secured bright, separate futures, their paths never destined to cross again...

She could never have imagined that when their eyes finally met again years later, the changes would be profound—not only in their circumstances but in their very selves. Nor could she have foreseen the day he would allow her the intimate warmth of calling him "Erlang."

A soft, rhetorical question lingers between them: "Now we are of the same ilk?"

A story of a childhood connection, a marriage arranged first, then love discovered.

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