Sword Embracing The Bright Moon (Jian Yong Ming Yue) 剑拥明月 by 山栀子 Shan Zhi Zi (HE)

– Innocent and World-Weary Little Princess X Arrogant and Unrestrained Young Assassin –

Shang Rong was born as the legitimate daughter of the Rong Prince’s household. At her birth, strange phenomena filled the sky, and at the age of one, she was brought to the imperial palace and given the title of “Princess Mingyue.”

In the thirty-first year of Emperor Chunsheng’s reign, the emperor’s convoy journeyed southward, only to be ambushed by rebel forces, leaving the accompanying Princess Mingyue stranded in the southern province.

On that day, Shang Rong encountered a young man dressed in black in the snow. He held a blood-stained sword, with snow scattered across his shoulders, and his naturally clear, smiling eyes were remarkably beautiful.

The young man bit open the cork of his wine flask as he was about to pass by her but noticed her gazing longingly at his flask.

“Are you very thirsty?” he asked.

Shang Rong nodded.

The young man, his eyes curving with a grin, pointed his blood-stained sword toward the vast expanse of white snow. “Why not take a bite of snow?”

The delicate princess shook her head firmly. “It’s dirty.”

Amused, as if he had heard a joke, he asked, “So, you’re not bothered by *my* dirtiness?”

In the next instant, he pressed the wine flask to her lips, forcing her to take a gulp of strong liquor, satisfied as he watched her cough and blush furiously. His smile was both bold and wicked.

After he took her in, Shang Rong learned that he was an assassin. Every day, he killed people.

But after he found her, he gained a new task—taking care of her.

Her clothes had to be beautiful, her shoes embroidered and beaded. Her meals always had to include meat, and her hair, of course, had to be brushed by him.

One day, the young man, exhausted from a night of killing and barely rested for an hour, was yawning as he combed her hair. “You’re really a lot of trouble.”

His voice was slightly muffled.

“I’m sorry,” Shang Rong apologized sincerely.

“No problem.” With her looking up at him, he suddenly averted his face.

—–

“I must hold this sword firmly, —only then dare I ascend Yaotai to embrace the bright moon.”

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Reading Tips:

This story has a sweet and sour flavor, with mutual redemption themes.

The male lead saves the female lead not because she’s beautiful or because the author forced him to; he has his reasons, which have been clearly written in the main text.

(Credit: Hearts in Hanzi)

Shang Rong was born as the legitimate daughter of the Prince Rong’s mansion, with strange phenomenons at the moment of her birth. When she was one year old, she was sent to the palace and was titled Princess Ming Yue.

During the thirty-first year of Chunsheng’s reign, when the emperor’s carriage was touring in the south and encountered a surprise attack from the rebels, Princess Ming Yue, who was escorting him, fled to Nanzhou.

That day, Shang Rong met a young man dressed in black under the snow, with a long sword dripping with blood in his hand, his shoulders covered with snow, gifted with a pair of clear and beautiful smiling eyes.

The young man bit open the cork of the wine flask and wanted to pass it to her, but she just looked at the flask longingly.

“Are you thirsty?” he asked.

Shang Rong nodded.

The young man bent his eyes and pointed his bloody sword edge at the white snow, “Why not drink at it ?”

The delicate little princess shook her head firmly, “It’s dirty .”

But he reacted like he had heard some joke, “Don’t you think I am dirty?”

The next moment, he placed the flask in front of her and poured her a sip of strong wine. As he got his wish, he saw her face turned red from coughing, and he laughed, an openly evil laugh.

It was only after Shang Rong was found and saved by him that she realized that he was a killer, and that everyday, he would kill.

But after picking her up, he had a new mission- raising her.

She must be well-dressed, her shoes must be embroidered and inlaid with beads, she must eat meat, and he will personally comb her hair himself.
——

One day, the young man who had only slept for an hour after staying up late to kill someone yawned while combing her hair: “You are so troublesome.”

His voice was a little muffled.

“Sorry.” Shang Rong apologized sincerely.

“No big deal.” The young man looked up at her and suddenly turned his face away.
——

“I want to be able to hold this sword in my hand,

——Only then will I dare to climb the Yaotai and embrace the bright moon. ”

(Translated by Vico SDL)

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