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    Xie Zheng was reading documents when Fan Chang Ning burst into the room like a small, violent storm.

    “Jiefu! I figured out romance,” she announced.

    He blinked and immediately rolled up whatever he was reading like a guilty official hiding corruption evidence. “You figured what out?”

    “You’re doing it wrong,” she said, climbing into the chair across from him and kneeling on it like a general planning a war. “You can’t just stand there and look at my sister like a sad ghost.”

    “I am not a sad ghost.”

    She ignored that. “Do you like my sister?” she asked bluntly.

    Xie Zheng felt like someone had just shoved an entire pig leg down his throat.

    “I… I…” he scrambled for an answer, suddenly finding the table extremely interesting.

    His silence was answered by Chang Ning’s slow, smug grin—the kind only small children and very dangerous politicians possess.

    “I have a plan,” she announced.

    *In which Chang Ning was the genius behind the signature Tangerine peel kiss (and other crazy romance manoeuvres thereafter).

    ** SERIES OF INTERCONNECTING ONE SHOTS

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    13 May 2026

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    So Shen Yuan, after considering all the other terrible transmigration options, doesn't think the place she's in is bad. Yes, well, she wasn't a woman before, but now she is. There's nothing to be done about it. In PIDW, being a man means being a petty villain or cannon fodder. Shen Yuan has transmigrated not just into a beautiful woman in a stallion novel, but into a wife!
    However, after some time in the palace, there was one thing Shen Yuan hadn't considered that she would have to deal with.
    The Heavenly Pillar.

    ...Shen Yuan transmigrates into a wife. Becoming Emperor Luo Binghe's favorite, however, might involve more than just being a wife.

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    11 Apr 2026

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    02 Apr 2026

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    THIRD PERSON POVSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

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    While Fan Changyu spars with Marquis Wu'An in the practice yard, Xie Qi and Xie Wu find themselves unwilling witnesses to a spectacle far more unsettling than any battlefield: their terrifying Lord behaving like a man hopelessly in love.

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    02 Apr 2026

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    third person povs my beloved ahhhh
    this is so well written

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    Shen Yuan didn’t mean to become the cultivation world’s answer to “Florida Man,” but here he is: half-accidental hero, part unlicensed doctor, and full-time menace to public safety.
    Featuring a totally smitten War God, 'creative' solutions to Airplanes hacky writing, Luo Binghe making friends and Shang Qinghua who really has had enough of these plot deviations.

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    22 Mar 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    "I can't be what you need."

    His voice. The real one, low and rough and nothing like an opera. The one Mingyan said was too blunt. The one that went flat during speeches and stumbled over formal courtship phrases and had never once in his life produced a line of poetry worth hearing twice.

    "I tried. You saw me try." He was looking at his hands. "I'm not — the poetry isn't going to happen. I know the words but they come out wrong. They lose the shape of what I mean somewhere between here—" he pressed his fist against his chest, "—and here." He touched his mouth. Let his hand fall.

    "And I don't have the kind of mind that would make you laugh. You're fast, the way you think, and I can't keep up. I know that. I've always known that. You talk about things I've never read and reference stories I don't recognize and your face lights up and I just — I watch. That's all I can do. Watch you light up and not understand half of what made it happen."

    The silence around him was absolute. Not even echo.

    "I'm not what the play wanted me to be. Not the hero and not the scholar and not the nobleman and I can't — I don't know how to be any of those things the way they're supposed to be done. Everything I tried to give you turned to nothing because none of it was real. It was just — costumes. Roles. Things I put on because I thought they were what you wanted and I was wrong."

    He stopped. Drew a breath that shook slightly at the edges.

    "But I would give you my attention." Quieter now. Not performing, not projecting, just talking to someone who might or might not be listening from very far above. "Every day. I would listen to you talk about beasts and plants and every theory you've ever had, and I would remember all of it. Not because I understand it but because when you talk about things you care about your whole face changes and I can't look away from it. I've tried. I can't."

    "I would give you my trust. I've never — it doesn't come easily. It has never been easy for me, with anyone. But you'd have it. You already have it. You've had it since you pulled me from the mud."

    His palm pressed flat against his own breastbone, over the ache that had been there since the scholar's robes fell away. Maybe longer. Maybe always.

    "I would give you every morning and every evening and the patience to learn whatever I need to learn to be someone you don't regret choosing. I'd be devoted and I know that's not — devotion isn't poetry, it isn't clever, it doesn't impress anyone at banquets. But I would not look away from you. I would not grow bored of you. I would not lock you up or own you or try to make you smaller so you'd fit inside my life. I'd just — I would follow you. Wherever you went. For as long as you let me."

    "That's what I have."