Kyōto Snow

A youthful spirit, a hero saving a beauty.

They walked side-by-side under the blazing sunset, their shadows, along with a dog's, cast upon the deep red palace walls.

The girl, with her fluffy, messy hair, pulled a large panting dog on a leash. Her bright eyes and pearly teeth were still clear as she said, "If I get married in the future, you'll have to support me too!"

The young man, dressed in red, with a bruised face, his high ponytail fluttering in the spring breeze, curved his lips upwards with a hint of rebelliousness, "Sure!"

Later, a calamity befell the imperial court, and the grand structure began to crumble. It was as if a vast, intricate net had been woven, drawing everyone into its depths, from which none could escape.

She is the descendant of a meritorious founding official, a noble lady of a prominent family whose spirit remained unyielding even when her family was accused of treason. She survived discreetly, lying in wait, only to return.

He is the son of a celebrated general and the carefree heir of the Jingning Marquisate. One day, his father perished in a foreign land, and he was betrayed by his old friends. The court officials, who drew swords for her entire clan in the golden halls, were exiled to the border for ten years, only to return.

On a stormy, snow-laden night in the capital, those who had gone their separate ways met again, but prosperity had faded, and all was changed.

How could these two, separated by the very act of patricide, destined to be adversaries, join forces and support her?

He leaned in, smiling slightly, and whispered in her ear, "We have only love, not killing."

The dashing youth who conquered enemies and led his father's battles across the land has returned as a Marquis.

"She can only be the lady of my Marquis household. What she desires, I will strive for; what she likes, I will seize. If she wishes to roam the wilderness, then I will rule the mountains. We will go on spring outings, summer excursions, autumn hunts, and watch the winter snow. If she wishes to become a noble lady behind myriad gates, a person above all others, then I will meticulously plan my ascent to hold imperial power. If she wishes to escape the hustle and bustle and live in seclusion, then I will follow her through life and death."

Previously, in the capital, few had survived the eight years of turmoil. On that stormy night in the capital, those who had gone their separate ways met again; how would they unite to break through the challenges?

Though their surnames differed, they were once born of the same land and later weathered storms together. They were always like grasshoppers on the same rope, an inseparable family.

【Pre-order《My Lady's Name is Jiang Baolai》】

In her past life, Jiang Baolai was the most honored little princess, born of the empress in the capital. From concubines to officials' wives, all bowed respectfully to her, saying, "Little Highness."

She had endless delicacies and beautiful dresses, with beauty, wealth, and leisure. Jiang Baolai reveled in this gilded cage, sitting on a rocking chair in Changle Palace, inhaling the scent of lotus and feeling the summer breeze on her face, giggling.

At a summer lotus banquet, the three beauties of the capital toasted her three times. A romantic scholar gifted her a flower. Upon returning to the princess's mansion, she fell ill.

Later, lying in a daze in her Changle Palace, on the same rocking chair, smelling the lotus, she looked at herself in the bronze mirror – her face was pale, her lips black, her eyes filled with confusion. She perished at the tender age of eighteen.

After a dreamlike awakening, she, with lingering fear, first extensively searched the elite gate families for strapping young men, intending to select a consort to act as her shield.

But later, she chose that tender, kind, and loving young man who displayed gentlemanly grace in his every move, possessed elegant conversation, and would even tear up like a pearl when angered. "Le Ning, Ning Ning, I truly love you so very much."

This gentle blade, however, cut deep into her heart with every stroke.

As everyone knows, a lively cockatoo often perched on Princess Jiafu's shoulder. One day at a banquet at the Runan Marquis's mansion, the parrot suddenly flew across the courtyard, landed on a branch, and chirped loudly, "Cheng Zixu, kiss me!"