You and Your Delicate Ways, Take Your Red Beans and Go
A great fire engulfed everything—she was framed by a villainous schemer. In pursuit of the truth, she returned to the Carefree Mountain Manor, tormenting the concubines and putting the wicked mother-in-law in her place. Yet what was with this man who kept clinging to her? Hey, haven’t you already been divorced? Why are you still here? He reached for the dice hanging from her waist. “These are made from my toe bones. You want them?” she said shamelessly. He looked at her with all seriousness. “A delicate die contains red beans, longing that seeps into the bones—do you understand?” “I understand!” “Good. Then give it to your husband.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A cunning, icy man meets a sly, spirited woman—if you enjoy it, don’t forget to add it to your favorites!
You and Your Delicate Ways, Take Your Red Beans and Go
Within the vast expanse of the Carefree Manor, people came and went in endless streams. Yet Linglong felt nothing but loneliness—a solitude that grew from the depths of her heart, rendering her hands and feet icy cold, then her whole body. The ache that wound itself around her lower abdomen was a pain she would never forget for as long as she lived.
That day, Linglong, along with the concubine Tan Xiyin and Tan Xiyin’s family, had all been poisoned with the deadly Twin-Life Paste. On their way to seek a physician, an accident occurred; only one doctor arrived. Amid the relentless wind and rain, as pain like ten thousand ants gnawed at her heart, Linglong could still clearly hear his words: “Save Xiyin first!”
He was Linglong’s husband—the man she had trusted her life to.
He was also the source of her lifelong agony.
Perhaps fate deemed that Linglong’s time had not yet come. After the doctor saved Tan Xiyin and turned to Linglong, she had not yet died. But she would have preferred to die as well. Yet stubbornly, she survived; only the child in her womb, who never even knew of his own existence, had quietly passed away.
When the news reached Qin Daofei, he hurried to her side, striding through the blazing afternoon sunlight. The sun fractured into shards of light beneath his hurried steps, much as it had when she first met him, gallant and proud upon his horse.
He was that kind of man—decisive, with a face as handsome as jade, always bearing an air of noble severity, except when he stood before Tan Xiyin, when his demeanor softened like
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