Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
The light spot at noon trembled on Qin Si's fingertip, as the emerald pestle rolled over the remnants of moonlight butterflies and phosphor dust seeping into the pine floor.
Luna curled up in the ivory cradle, her silver hair entwined with the broken pieces of a moonstone bracelet. Each zhui zi reflected different angles of cracks in the magic circle—precisely the path Qin Si took every day while wiping the windowsill.
"Third Young Master Lucius's ice crystals from last night need a new container." The baby's indistinct yiya sound prompted Qin Si to lower her awareness and bend down, as the lingering scent of magic potion from the emerald pestle suddenly caught her pearl hairpin at her temple.
With a clink, the hairpin fell into a crack at the edge of the purification array, and black mist surged from within, instantly forming half a peacock feather—just like Leonard's concubine's favorite hair ornament style.
Aelia's ice fire wings cast intertwining light and shadow over Luna's head, giving the infant an opportunity to press her fingers, now coated with magic potion, onto Qin Si's skirt.
Light purple starry moss spread along the gold thread embroidery. As Qin Si crouched to pick up the hairpin, bioluminescent mycelium quietly wrapped around the dark compartment mechanism.
The mechanism gears turned with a shan na sound, and a drop of blood pearl ejected from Luna's bitten fingertip, landing precisely on the wing veins of the moonlight butterfly specimen Leonard had sent a month ago.
"Oh my!" Qin Si's qian jiao startled a night owl resting outside the window.
The hidden layer concealed behind the specimen frame sprang open, and dozens of magic letters sprinkled with iris perfume fluttered down like snowflakes. The topmost letter bore a fire seal, still holding fragments of dragon blood crystal unique to Lord's ring.
Luna silently opened her mouth in her swaddling, with milk teeth gripping fragments of the purification array that were transforming geopathic pollution into visible patterns.
She watched as Qin Si, in her panic, stepped on letterhead adorned with Leonard's concubine's love symbol. She saw Aelia's skirt sweep over the words in the letter: "Eternal Moon witnesses our love," and all evidence of betrayal entangled Lady of the Fortress like a spider web, completely unaware.
As twilight descended, Aelia’s fingertip brushed against the newly repaired purification array on the bedroom wall.
The remnants of disguise spells exposed by Luna carried a bitter scent, reminiscent of Leonard’s last expedition before he kissed her eyelids and said, "Wait for me to return and rebuild East Wing Tower," leaving his sleeves stained with an unfamiliar perfume.
The moment moonlight climbed up the gilded bedpost, Aelia fell into layers upon layers of illusions.
Eighteen-year-old Leonard placed the Moonstone Necklace around her neck beneath the Wisteria Arbor, the warmth of his fingertips scorching her skin at the nape. On the night of Lucius's birth, her husband crushed the difficult labor curse with his bare hands, splattering Blue Blood that left an indelible Crescent Scar on Luna. Last year, during the Harvest Festival, he held her as they soared over the Burning Wheat Field, wrapped in a Dragonhide cloak, whispering, "You are my only eternity..."
Suddenly, the dream twisted into a bizarre mirror, and those sweet memories began to reflect an entirely opposite truth.
In the shadows behind the Wisteria Arbor stood a woman adorned with Peacock Feathers; the inner side of the Moonstone Necklace bore the name abbreviation of a stranger. The difficult labor curse during childbirth was nothing but an Outsider Family's secret technique, while serpents lurked within the Blue Blood crescent scar, monitoring the curse. Moreover, last year's Dragonhide cloak lining was sewn with seventeen letters addressed to different lovers by Mama.
"Lady Aelia?" Qin Si's voice pierced through the nightmare, causing all false beauty to collapse in an instant.
The Lady of the Fortress witnessed her husband transforming the final stroke of the Purification Array into an Inverse Pentagram. She saw him personally replace the Sealing Stone beneath their Eldest Son's Wheelchair with a Curse Crystal and observed that within the eyes of the Moonlight Butterfly Specimen were sealed fragments of their three sons' souls—
Suddenly, Pearl Earrings encrusted with Ice Shard pierced her heart. Aelia opened her eyes in agony, her silk nightgown soaked with cold sweat clinging to the black mist swirling between the Canopy.
The Moonstone Necklace tightened around her neck as she gasped for breath, leaving red marks. Those gems once regarded as tokens of love now reflected every sharp edge against the phantom of Peacock Tail Feathers lingering in the corner of the Bedroom.
Outside, Ye Ya's third cry echoed, and the Purification Array on her chamber door suddenly shone bright as Daylight.
Qin Si's figure holding a Silver Tray was cast against the violently fluttering curtains by a Strong Light. The corner of an envelope peeked from her maid's sleeve, still sticky with Phosphorescent Fragments unique to Moonlight Butterfly Wings.
The ice crystals forming along the edge of the Silver Tray shattered under Qin Si's fingers. Aelia stared at the Phosphorescence of the Magic Letter revealed by her maid’s sleeve, a metallic sweetness rising in her throat like Ice Mist.
The vein patterns of the Moonlight Butterfly Specimen flickered on the Letterhead, reminiscent of Leonard’s Blessing tied around her Wrist on the eve of his Expedition.
"This was found in a crack in the Purification Array," Qin Si's voice dripped like silk soaked in a demonic swamp, each word trembling as it pulled at a Silver Thread in midair.
Suddenly, the healing bandage on the maid’s Wrist tore apart; Dark Red Blood Droplets fell onto the Letterhead Fire Seal. The fragments of Dragon Blood Crystal transformed upon contact with blood into a translucent Long Shadow—exactly like the Guardian Sigil passed down through generations of the Lord family.
Aelia's fingertips brushed against the Magic Letter, and the Moonstones in the corners of the Bedroom simultaneously emitted a screech.
The Guardian Stones, once embedded by her husband's hand, now cast distorted Magic Runes on the wall.
Ivy wrapped around the Gilded Bedpost suddenly grew wildly, with the backs of the leaves revealing an Ancient Love Poem handwritten by Leonard's Concubine. Each leaf vein pulsed with a familiar Magic Fluctuation—the very technique Leonard had used to summon the first Ice Rose for her twenty years ago.
As the Letterhead unfurled, the air it stirred caused the Ice Spikes hanging from the crystal chandelier to sway, and seventeen love letters floated in a circular formation.
Aelia's Ice Fire Wings unfurled uncontrollably. The left Ice Wing swept over the oldest love letter, where the moonlight of Midsummer Night 1993 filtered through the yellowed Letterhead, casting overlapping patterns of Peacock Feathers and Dragon Scales on the Ground—exactly like the Magic Mark from their wedding night dance.
"To the Blue Rose beneath the Eternal Moon..." Aelia recited the opening address, and the Ice Mist frozen in her throat suddenly shattered into fine Ice Blades.
It was this very phrase that Leonard had used as a secret code when he proposed to her in the moonlit courtyard.
Yet at this moment, the Date Signed in blood with a Frost Magic Seal at the bottom right corner of the Letterhead clearly marked their Eldest Son's birth date.
Frost Flowers crystallized at the tips of her Ice Wings fell softly, spelling out remnants of the Northern Ancient Prophecy Poem on the Persian Carpet.
Aelia's pupils constricted sharply as those Crescent Scars, once called "Mark of Love" by her husband, now burned into an Inverse Pentagram shape on her nape.
Memories tore away like a stripped Illusion Scroll, exposing traces of Silk that had lain dormant for twenty years.
She saw their wedding night twenty years ago, where Leonard's fingers caressed her Hair Tips entwined with phantoms of Peacock Tail Feathers; she witnessed their Eldest Son's Baptism Ceremony, where her husband concealed a Soul Splitting Curse within Holy Water; she even recalled last year's Stormy Night when her Lord’s cloak, meant for battle at the borders, bore traces of Iris Pollen unique to Outsider Families.
"Madam!" Qin Si's exclamation was swallowed by a sudden eruption of an Ice and Fire vortex.
The Azure Blue Flame ignited by Aelia engulfed the floating love letters, and with each one that burned, a layer of disguise peeled away from the Moonstone wall.
As the seventeenth love letter turned to Ashes, the entire East Wall collapsed with a thunderous roar, revealing a hidden chamber that had been concealed for years—thousands of Moonlight Butterfly Specimens danced within transparent Crystal Coffins, each butterfly's wings etched with the Life Rune of her three sons.
Luna giggled in the Cradle, kicking off her swaddling with toes smeared in Starry Moss.
Suddenly, Moonstone Shards entwined in the silver-haired infant shot out, carving a vivid red Bloodline pattern on the surface of the Dark Crystal Coffin.
At that moment, as the patterns intertwined, Aelia caught sight of the Curse Crystal beneath her Eldest Son's Wheelchair and the Puppet Talisman of her Second Son's dear friend, Mei Xin—both were manifestations of the same source of Dark Magic.
"So it was all lies from the very beginning..." Aelia staggered as she leaned against the splintered bedpost, her Ice Fire Wings casting shattered Light Spots on the Ground.
Her hand froze mid-motion as she touched her Neck necklace; within the Moonstone Pendant emerged a miniature Inverse Pentagram—this was not a Token of Love at all, but rather a Vine Cage sealing away her magical powers.
Outside, the Night Owl hooted for the fourth time, and Castle Leyline suddenly trembled violently.
Aelia's Guardian Silver Chain on her Wrist broke inch by inch, each segment that fell to the ground transforming into phantoms of her husband entwined with different women.
When the last segment marked with Leonard's Concubine's lip print dissipated, her reflection in the Dressing Mirror revealed her crimson eyes, where an awakening Blood Curse swirled deep within her pupils.
Seizing the moment, Luna pressed her bloodied Thumb against the edge of the Cradle's Purification Array.
The infant's blood automatically activated the Ancient Contract deep within Geomancy; the entire Glorious Demon Fortress began to roar as silver Blue Energy Flow seeped from Zhuan Shi's Gap.
The baby gazed at Aelia's trembling figure, and a smile flickered in her Liuli Color eyes—as those Guang Liu began rewriting the castle's protective laws.
As the first rays of morning light pierced through the Dark Crystal Coffin, Aelia suddenly fell silent.
She picked up the burnt remnants of a love letter, her fingertip brushing against the edge of the Scorch Mark, feeling the Magical Fluctuation.
Those strokes, once considered evidence of deep affection, now revealed the manipulation of the Puppet Curse—her three proud sons were nothing more than Magic Vessels cultivated by her husband.
"What a... exquisite deception." Aelia's cold laugh shattered the moonstone mirror of the Grooming table.
Countless shards of glass floated in the air, reflecting her gradually transforming Ice Fire Wings.
As the last shard turned to icy powder, the Lady of the Fortress raised her hand to remove her necklace, allowing the Moonstone Pendant to crash into the ground, creating a deep pit.
Luna's silver hair suddenly stirred without wind, as Soul Imprints unique to Great Mages emerged around the Cradle.
The infant gazed at Aelia's retreating figure toward the dark room, reaching out her small hand to grasp a passing Starry Moss—those Bioluminescent Mycelium were growing in reverse along Geopathic Pollution, quietly altering the power dynamics of the Magic Castle.
When the morning light fully enveloped the Bedroom, Aelia stood in the shadow cast by the Crystal Coffin.
Her bloodied fingertip traced over her Eldest Son's Life Rune, as Ice Fire Magic fused perfectly for the first time, scorching the Curse Pattern on the surface of the Crystal Coffin to ash.
As her three sons' Xu Ying writhed in agony amidst the flames, the Lady of the Fortress suddenly turned to look at the Cradle, her crimson pupils swirling with awakening Ancient Bloodline.
Luna timely let out a baby's sob, and the Moonlight Butterfly Wing Vein clutched in her small hand suddenly glowed.
Those Phosphorescence formed Aelia's vision into the Northern Witch's Prophecy Poem—"When the song of ice and fire tears through Eternal Night, the imprisoned phoenix shall burn down its hypocritical nest."
Aelia's wings were fully enchanted in the morning light, intertwining ice crystals and flames to form the shape of a Thorned Crown.
As she bent down to pick up Luna, the movement startled all the Moonlight Butterfly Specimens, and shards of the Crystal Coffin in the air assembled into a new Prophecy Totem.
When the first Ice Crystal Petal fell upon the infant Mei Xin, a roar echoed from deep within the castle, signaling the shattering of seals.
The Moonstone Powder, outlining a storm totem on the ground, suddenly stilled, while Aelia stood frozen in the chaos of the room, cradling Luna.
The blood-stained hem of her nightgown draped over the remains of the Crystal Coffin, casting shadows that resembled dried bloodstains of Curse Patterns.
Chen Feng lifted the curtain as Shan Na’s gaze pierced through the depths of Lady of the Fortress's pupil, where the Blood Curse suddenly collapsed into two black holes, swallowing all emotions into an unfathomable darkness.
She mechanically approached the shattered wedding bed. As her fingertip brushed against the remnants of Dragon Blood Crystal on the canopy, a mournful Zhen Chan echoed through the castle's geomancy.
Luna's silvery hair quietly entwined around her trembling wrist, and the warmth of the baby's breath brushed against her unhealed Crescent Scars, like a silent urging or a comforting presence.
Morning light coated Aelia's blood-stained nightgown with a layer of ice crystals, while tiny Magic Runes seeped from cracks in the Gilded Bedpost.
Luna curled in her arms, silver hair tangling with the peeling Moonstone Powder, as the baby's breath wove subtle echoes of Spell in the silence.
"Madam, herbal tea..." Qin Si's hand holding an Enamel Cup paused mid-air as the maid's skirt made of Starry Moss suddenly faded to grayish-white.
Aelia's hollow gaze pierced through the misty Tea Soup, seeing her reflection sliced into seventeen repeating illusions—each adorned with different styles of Peacock Feather Headdresses.
Suddenly, an Ice Spike from the crystal chandelier exploded, scattering fragments that spelled out "Hypocrisy" in Northern Ancient Language on the Persian Carpet.
Luna's toes gently kicked, and the characters were immediately engulfed by the silver blue light stream that surged from the floor tile gap.
Aelia mechanically traced the cracks of the purification array at the edge of the cradle, her fingertip brushing against the moonlight butterfly phosphor dust, which suddenly ignited, leaving a burning mark of the inverse pentagram on her palm.
"Go prepare evening primrose and dragon blood sand." Her voice was like a blade tempered in ice, startling Qin Si into retreating and knocking over the bronze incense burner.
The ash from the burner coalesced in the air into the visage of Leonard's Concubine, only to be shattered by the morning light as it touched the window lattice.
In the hurried footsteps of the fleeing maid, Aelia's wrist, still adorned with the guardian silver chain, suddenly tightened, with the chain pendant pointing towards the dark room.
Luna's Yiya Sound awakened the slumbering geomancy patterns, causing the purification array around the cradle to suddenly invert.
Aelia watched as those silver blue energy flows climbed up her ice fire wings, tracing out a thorned totem on her magically tainted markings.
When the first ray of Guang Liu penetrated the crescent scar at her nape, memories sealed for twenty years erupted like molten lava.
She saw how her moonstone necklace was replaced at its core on their wedding night, witnessed her eldest son's magic backlash stemming from contaminated holy water, and recalled how her husband sprinkled hypnotic iris pollen beside her pillow before each expedition.
Shattered fragments of a dressing mirror suddenly floated in midair, each reflecting different periods of Leonard—his fine lines hiding the curse of puppetry within them.
"Madam!" Qin Si, holding materials, froze at the door.
Aelia's ice wings swept over the evening primrose, causing the herbs to crystallize instantly into seventeen ice blades that precisely pierced through the remaining seventeen phantoms of love letters embedded in the wall.
The dragon blood sand boiled within the spell, transforming into blood mist that enveloped the entire room, imprinting the projection of the dark crystal coffin onto the ground.
Luna suddenly grasped Aelia's little finger, and from the infant's silver hair burst forth the Soul Imprint of the Great Mage.
Ancient runes climbed along the Blood Mist, weaving up to the Ice Fire Wings, reconstructing the burn marks of the Inverse Pentagram into the Breaking Magic Totem.
Deep within Aelia's pupil, the Blood Curse began to spin, each rotation of the Moon Phase tearing apart a layer of the Puppet Curse's disguise.
As the seventh chime of the Morning Bell echoed, the Lady of the Fortress suddenly stood up.
Ice crystals formed armor beneath the hem of her robe, and the Burning Azure Blue Flame wrapped around her waist.
She gently placed Luna back into the Cradle, now etched with new Curse markings, her Fingertip leaving a Guardian Mark interwoven with Ice and Fire as it brushed against the infant Mei Xin.
"Take care of my lady." Aelia's voice made Qin Si's knees weaken; the maid saw her lady's Hair Tips sprouting tiny ice crystals of Prophecy Poem.
Those Northern Ancient Language inscriptions refracted rainbows in the sunlight but turned into sharp ice spikes upon touching doors and windows.
The ivy in the corridor wilted automatically as Aelia passed by, and the Love Poem Tiny Inscriptions on the underside of the leaves were washed into Curse Runes by Leyline Light.
She brushed against the Pillar where her Eldest Son's Wheelchair had once rested; Ice Fire Magic seeped into the stone crevices, forcing out long-buried Curse Crystals from the wall.
As the crystal shattered in her Palm, a Roar from an Earth Vein Tremor suddenly echoed from the East Wing.
Luna's Cradle emitted a bell-like sound of Qing Yue, and the baby girl's Liuli Color eyes reflected the full view of the castle's Three-Dimensional Magic Circle.
The Silver Blue Light Stream awakened by Aelia was flowing upstream along Geomancy, like countless blades piercing towards the direction of the Lord's Study.
The infant's grip on the Moonlight Butterfly Wing Vein suddenly ignited, phosphorescence spelling out a real-time changing Tactical Map in the air.
Aelia paused before the Spiral Staircase, her Ice Wings sweeping over the hanging Family Portrait.
Leonard's youthful smile peeled away in the surge of magic, revealing the canvas's underlying Mithril layer entwined with different women.
As she tore down the Image and hurled it into the air, flames of Burning emerged, revealing the altered Fate Line of her three sons.
From deep within the castle came the sound of a Crystal Chandelier colliding, Aelia's Wing casting a massive Breaking Magic Totem shadow on the Ground.
She finally caressed the Crescent Scar remaining on her Neck, compressing twenty years of accumulated Ice Fire Magic into a light sphere the size of Moonstone Earrings.
When the light sphere sank into her Heart, all perceptions once clouded by love suddenly cleared like a mirror.
At the Turn Corner, the Iris Window was suddenly shrouded in Frost Mist, and Aelia's hand, about to touch the study's Bronze Door, halted abruptly.
A coldness not belonging to an Earth Vein Tremor spread along the Gilded Door Handle, causing her Ice Fire Wings' Thorned Totem to flicker uneasily.
Luna's Cradle chimed through three layers of stone walls, its pitch shifting like an ancient barrier being triggered as a warning.
Aelia squinted, seeing her reflection on the Bronze Door suddenly break into an eerie smile that did not belong to her—the curve of her lips perfectly aligning with the patterns of a Moonlight Butterfly Specimen Wings inside a Dark Crystal Coffin.
Comment 0 Comment Count