Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Yun Zhi Yue sat quietly, hugging her knees and gazing up at the crescent moon, nestled in Yan Lue's embrace.
Later, this little flower was ignored by Father Emperor, bullied by siblings, and even mocked by lowly servants. Throughout her life, she received no kindness. Yet she endured it all, growing little by little. She vowed to rise above everyone, to become the one they looked down upon but would ultimately have to kneel before in respect.
To achieve this, she abandoned many things—desires, emotions, and everything that could hold her back. In her world, there was only balance and sacrifice. When she could obtain two celestial peaches, she would discard the pit in her hand; when she could gain more, she would still let go of the peaches she held. "Yun Zhi Yue," she said, "do you understand?"
Yun Zhi Yue smiled softly. "Of course I understand. Let me tell you a story."
In a palace dedicated to Yun Gong, there was a small blade of grass that longed for a flower to finish its tasks and come keep it company. It adored everything about that flower. Every day it prayed to transform quickly so it could be with the flower without separation. After years of effort, it finally gained a body and experienced love with the flower.
It didn’t care that no one knew it existed or whether the flower would acknowledge it; all it cared about was the flower. Tragically, while the flower was everything to it, the grass was merely a pawn for the flower to gain more. When it realized this painful truth, it felt utterly devastated but remained strong like the flower, striving to survive.
It believed that even without the flower, it could live well. It couldn’t abandon its life for just one flower. The flower had its pursuits; it wouldn’t bless or curse but only wished never to see it again.
Yet the flower was an extremely greedy being. After obtaining everything, it still wanted to cast aside the grass with its own hands. Isn’t that laughable?
Yan Lue tightened his embrace around her and whispered, "What’s so funny? The flower had no right to possess emotions when it lacked power. But now that it stands at the pinnacle, what’s wrong with having strong desires?"
Yun Zhi Yue's laughter was colder than the moonlit night. The grass had its own thoughts; the flower never cared—selfishness that was truly disgusting. If the grass were driven mad, would the flower be afraid?
Yan Lue chuckled as well, his laughter filled with joy. "I don’t know, but if it were the grass in any form, the flower would love it dearly."
Yun Zhi Yue nodded gently. "Then let it love; how else can there be pain?"
"Good," he said earnestly in her ear. "Let love endure forever."
The boundless moonlight gradually faded into dawn's light, growing stronger and completely overshadowing the quiet night. Cheers echoed from the forest, heralding a new beginning.
This day was undoubtedly the grandest event on Azure Tower Continent. Great forces from various clans had gathered; upon learning their kin were among them, anticipation mixed with anxiety filled the air.
The Serpent Clan also arrived at Bear Tribe territory, where Snake Tribe Leader was seen speaking with Mo Ran's brothers—likely giving some kind of warning.
When he saw her entering embraced by Yan Lue, his expression shifted dramatically—it was quite a spectacle.
It seemed that Kong Yu and Evil Queen being hailed as Forest Spirit had left him somewhat unsettled.
Xiong Lie glanced at Yan Lue, his eyes gleaming with barely contained intensity. He suppressed his emotions and greeted him, waiting for the sun to reach its zenith.
The arena had been prepared, and all thirty participants were present.
As the time approached, Xiong Lie stood up, seemingly ready to step onto the field.
Suddenly, a member of the Bear Tribe rushed over, panic evident in his voice. "Your Majesty, it's terrible! Shengxi Guo has been lost. The brothers on guard have been disemboweled, their wounds charred."
Comment 0 Comment Count