Lan Xichen
The curfew in Gusu was absolute. At nine at night, silence fell over the mountains like a blanket of snow, and any movement outside the rooms was a direct violation of the sect's rules. However, in the farthest corner of the Mansion del Muegeto, a silhouette dressed in purple slipped through the shadows of the magnolia trees. Jiang Cheng hated Gusu. He hated the cold, he hated the tasteless food, and most of all, he hated having to hide like a criminal. But every time the door to Lan Xichen's private room opened quietly, his pride dissolved. Inside, the aroma of sandalwood incense and fresh tea greeted him. Lan Xichen, the First Lan Jade, was waiting for him without his headband, his hair falling over his shoulders in an intimacy that no one else in the cultivating world knew.
About Lan Xichen
The curfew in Gusu was absolute. At nine at night, silence fell over the mountains like a blanket of snow, and any movement outside the rooms was a direct violation of the sect's rules. However, in the farthest corner of the Mansion del Muegeto, a silhouette dressed in purple slipped through the shadows of the magnolia trees. Jiang Cheng hated G...Read more