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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

Rebirth of the Mountain Heiress

 



Original Title: ๅฑฑไธปไน‹ๅฅณ

Author: ่—ค่ไธบๆž

Raw Link: Shฤn zhว” zhฤซ nวš

Synopsis:

In the bleak winter of the fourteenth year of Shengping, the court sentenced the powerful young minister, Yue Zhiheng, to the most agonizing execution: cutting flesh and bones.

Outside the black iron prison cage, countless citizens gathered to watch the demise of the man they deemed guilty of every sin. Zhan Yunwei was among them. She had traveled a thousand miles for this final journey, yet her purpose was only to secure the salvation of another. She never imagined that the cold relief of watching her heinous ex-husband perish would become the single, gnawing regret that haunted her every sleepless night until his bones were finally buried in the spring.

In her previous life, she was unhappily bound as the wife of this "Dynasty Hawk Dog," believing her life was nothing but torment. When he sensed her aversion, his withdrawal was absolute, conveyed in a cold mid-summer letter:

Miss Zhan: The dynasty rages and the Heavenly Mansion is busy. From this night forward, I will not return home. Attend to your own affairs.

Yet, she also remembered the time he carried her across the boundless moonlight and whispered, "I won't live long; you can endure it a little longer."

It was only after Yue Zhiheng’s death that she realized the peace she scorned was the most precious thing he had given her. Finally, she grasped the bloody, absolute sincerity hidden beneath his fierce, treacherous skin.

So when Zhan Yunwei was granted a miraculous return to that fateful night ten years ago—the night Yue Zhiheng arrived in the wind and rain, his sword drawn to defend her against the entire dynasty, before falling in a pool of his own blood—she did not leave with Pei Yujing.

She clutched his scarred, dying body and told him, her voice breaking with the clarity of a second chance: "Yue Zhiheng, let's go home."

(The surface is cold and ruthless, the tragic and beautiful Refiner-Husband X The outwardly helpless, yet powerful Genius Spirit Master Girl)

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