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"Composed by Ming'er?" Consort Zhen chuckled softly upon hearing this. "How much literary talent does Prince Qi truly possess? This poem was likely written by someone else, wasn't it?" Li San protested, "Your Ladyship, this time you are truly mistaken. This poem was recited by His Highness himself, and Luluo personally heard it." "Is that so?" Consort Zhen remained skeptical, sighing deeply. "Whether it's true or not, the poem is filled with longing for home. It seems Ming'er misses Chang'an dearly." As…-
1.1 M • Ongoing
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Tn: Sorry for just getting back to translating this novel. I was busy for the past four days catching up on my thesis deadline. "Li San, are you coming into the city with me, or are you going to pay your respects to Consort Zhen first?" Qin Mu asked, his eyes still heavy with sleep. The long journey had been monotonous, and he had spent most of his days dozing. Li San replied, "Before I left, His Highness mentioned that he had sent a letter to Her Ladyship. Someone will be waiting for me at the dock, so…
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1.1 M • Ongoing
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"Your Ladyship, I have brought Li San," Liu Li announced, leaving Li San to wait outside Bishui Pavilion as she entered the main hall to report. Inside the hall, behind a screen painted with delicate ink landscapes, a noblewoman dressed in luxurious violet robes reclined on a couch, reading a Buddhist scripture. Upon hearing Liu Li's words, she sat up and said, "Bring him in. Ming'er has been quite mysterious in his letter. I'm curious to see what this 'perfume' he mentioned is." With that, Consort Zhen…
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1.1 M • Ongoing
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"Your Highness, it seems you're quite drunk," Ziwan said, nudging Lü Luo. "Let's have His Highness rest." Lü Luo nodded and went to help Xiao Ming to his feet. Earlier, Xiao Ming hadn't felt too drunk, but the lingering effects of the alcohol had caught up with him. After talking for a while, he began to feel dizzy and had to lean on Lü Luo as they returned to his chambers. Ziwan also went downstairs. Seeing that Lü Luo had taken Xiao Ming back, she called over the servant responsible for…
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1.1 M • Ongoing
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Time flies when one is idle. Since Li San left for Chang'an, half a month had passed in the blink of an eye. During these two weeks, the snow in Qingzhou had been intermittent, and the accumulated snow in the city was deep enough to reach a person's knees. When the sun came out and melted the snow, the roads became extremely muddy. As a result, the people of Qingzhou were even less inclined to venture outside. Xiao Ming shared the same sentiment as the townsfolk. Apart from occasionally visiting the…
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1.1 M • Ongoing
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Since ancient times, drinking wine and composing poetry have been the common afflictions of scholars. Wang Shijie and his companions, being mediocre scholars of the third tier, naturally fell into this category. Moreover, Wang Shijie and his friends styled themselves as the "Four Great Talents." In the past, Wang Shijie had even wanted to include Xiao Ming in this group, elevating it to the "Five Great Talents" with Xiao Ming as their leader. Truly, his face was thick enough to make such a…
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1.1 M • Ongoing
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Seven days after the first snowfall in Qingzhou, another heavy snow blanketed the region. However, unlike the tranquility of the first snow, the city of Qingzhou was now bustling with activity. The Qin family had purchased all the rice wine in Qingzhou and delivered it to the Qi Prince's estate, causing quite a stir. Those who could no longer buy wine naturally cursed both the Qin family and the Qi Prince. However, some discerning individuals sensed something unusual and stayed up all night to gather…
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1.1 M • Ongoing
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The cold wind howled, and snowflakes danced wildly in the air, carried by the fierce gusts like flying dragons and serpents. Standing outside the gate, Wang Shijie was nearly frozen to death. Only when Ziyuan announced, "His Highness summons you inside," did Wang Shijie feel as if he had been granted amnesty. Shivering, he hugged his arms and hurried into the Qi Prince's estate. Xiao Ming had already moved from the side hall to the study. The secrets of the side hall were not something Wang Shijie could…
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1.1 M • Ongoing
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That evening, Qin Mu delivered the spices to the Qi Prince’s residence. “Such a wonderful scent!” Lü Luo grabbed a handful of spices and held them to her nose, closing her eyes in enjoyment. Ziyuan examined the spices and said, “Your Highness, these are agarwood, balsam, dried jasmine flowers, dried tulips, and borneol. I am somewhat familiar with spices from my time in the palace, and these are indeed of the highest quality.” “Good. We cannot afford any mistakes when presenting a gift to…
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1.1 M • Ongoing
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"Yes, Your Highness. Following the Qin family's ship is naturally no problem. This perfume is more important than this humble servant's life," Li San said with a playful grin. "Glib tongue," Xiao Ming glared at Li San, though he didn't mind the latter's slyness. In his view, a company—or in this case, his princely estate—needed all kinds of people. There had to be those who worked diligently in silence, as well as smooth-talkers who could handle tasks requiring different personalities. The next day,…
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1.1 M • Ongoing
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