Boundless Moonlight
By a twist of fate, the young girl Lu Ying gained an extraordinary intuition. Thus, in the early Eastern Han dynasty—a time when prosperity was just taking root and Confucian ideals flourished—Lu Ying, unwilling to live under others’ whims or remain mired in poverty, set out to carve a path toward the wealth and honor she dreamed of, plotting every step with care and climbing with wisdom. What she did not expect, however, was that on this calculated ascent, she would cross paths with a master schemer... In short: After suddenly becoming remarkably sharp and perceptive, Lu Ying discovers that all those once-impenetrable family intrigues, financial woes, tangled disputes, and hidden schemes have become astonishingly simple to unravel. Heh—my new novel is now online. I hope you’ll support it with your votes!
Boundless Moonlight
Spring was deepening, and the green that spread across the land was turning richer and darker. Lu Ying kicked at her wooden clogs, using the motion to rid them of the mud collected during her journey. As she glimpsed a blossoming peach tree not far to her left, her steps quickened.
At fifteen, Lu Ying’s figure had already taken on the graceful lines of a maiden. Although years of malnutrition had left her complexion pale with a bluish tinge, her features were delicate and attractive, and a faint indifference lingered in her expression. Even dressed in sackcloth and straw sandals, she did not resemble an ordinary village girl.
Soon, a Daoist temple came into view, the words "Xuan Yuan Temple" boldly inscribed above the entrance.
Squinting up at the sun, Lu Ying thought to herself, “I've made it just in time!” With a sigh of relief, she hurried her pace.
As Lu Ying approached the temple in quick, small steps, she did not notice that under a cluster of pear trees by the stone steps to the left—no more than two hundred paces away—a young man and woman had ceased their conversation and turned to look in her direction.
After watching her for a moment, the young woman, elegantly dressed in brocade, her face lightly powdered, smiled with pursed lips and said to the man beside her, “Zeng Lang, your Ayin has arrived.”
Her words were spoken slowly, the clear tone lending her an air of refined elegance that was particularly striking in this early Eastern Han era, famous for its scholarly atmosphere and cultured ways. Yet beneath the
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