12 Results in the "The Stand-In Doesn’t Want to Play Anymore" category
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Gu Jingyuan ultimately obeyed the imperial decree and ate his breakfast. There had been quite a few people in the bedchamber just now. Aside from Eunuch Hong, who still harbored a trace of sympathy for him, the rest were mostly there to watch the spectacle, coolly observing that “even Lord Gu can stumble”. No one dared to show it openly. But everyone understood one another’s thoughts perfectly well. Even so, amid those appraising gazes, Gu Jingyuan was able to eat as though no one else…-
30.3 K • Ongoing
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Heavy snow had fallen the day before. The Imperial Garden lay wrapped in silvery white, pure and spotless, yet tinged with a touch of cold desolation. It was no match for summer, when flowers bloomed in riotous abundance, competing in brilliance and splendor. Only when Emperor Yuwen turned a corner and stepped onto the long corridor did he catch sight of a flash of red standing amid the vast expanse of white snow. At once, a few strokes of color were added back into the world. But Gu Jingyuan was…
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30.3 K • Ongoing
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Emperor Yuwen was almost always in a poor mood whenever he returned from visiting the Empress Dowager. This time, his expression was worse than ever. Matters between mother and son were not something outsiders should interfere in. Gu Jingyuan did not go looking for trouble, finding an excuse and preparing to leave the palace. Long Yanzhao did not try to detain him. He merely ordered that a sedan chair be prepared and instructed the guards to personally escort Gu Jingyuan home. “Since it’s a…
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30.3 K • Ongoing
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The next day, after Gu Jingyuan had finished attending morning court and just returned home to change his clothes, a message arrived from the Regent’s residence summoning him over. When Gu Jingyuan arrived at the Regent’s manor, he had not yet seen the Regent when Gu Shenming blocked him outside. Gu Shenming was the Regent’s biological son: both the legitimate heir and the eldest. Now that the Regent wielded overwhelming power, not only was Gu Jingyuan’s status far beneath his, but among all…
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30.3 K • Ongoing
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After morning court the next day, Gu Jingyuan and Long Yanzhao changed into another set of clothes and left the palace together. On the second floor of Ming’an Pavilion by a window seat, Gu Jingyuan sat with the emperor, drinking tea. “Do you usually come here to sit, Ah Yuan?” The waiter set down a kettle. Dressed in plain clothes, Long Yanzhao personally poured tea for Gu Jingyuan and said with a smile, “I’ve heard you often come to teahouses with the second young master of the Yang…
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30.3 K • Ongoing
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In the teahouse filled with the fragrance of tea, the young nobleman who had just caused a stir by striking someone suddenly ran off and came back with a skewer of candied hawthorn in full view of everyone. This in itself was already strange enough. Even stranger was that he actually held the skewer out to the ethereally handsome young man sitting across from him… As if presenting a treasure. The scholars in the hall watched, all of them inwardly puzzled. How old were these two? Though…
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30.3 K • Ongoing
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On the day the first snow began to fall in the north, a tavern ten miles outside the capital welcomed a group of distinguished guests. It was rare to see so many people come by on such a cold day, especially ones clad in armor. The tavern staff bustled about serving dishes, and the sharp-eyed waiter brought a pot of hot tea directly to the main table. A dozen or so soldiers were scattered at various tables. Only two people sat at the main table: a high-ranking general with a fierce and intimidating…
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30.3 K • Ongoing
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“Lord Gu?” Song Xinrui’s voice came from behind, “Why have we stopped?” The moment he spoke, the voices behind the artificial hill abruptly fell silent. Gu Jingyuan knew those two were still there, but he pretended to have not heard anything and continued walking forward. He replied, "It's nothing." Even though those two voices had been extremely brazen, growing louder and louder without any restraint. Song Xinrui had also overheard some of it when he drew near. Though he…
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30.3 K • Ongoing
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The first snowfall of the year came and lasted all night. Long Yanzhao remembered the first time he met Gu Jingyuan three years ago. A sudden cold wind had risen, and the heavy snow had just stopped. Gu Jingyuan had been standing in front of a blooming wintersweet tree, wrapped in a snow-white cloak over a striking, fiery red robe. His slender waist was tightly cinched by a belt, and his back was straight as an arrow. His poise was no less noble than the wintersweet blossoms blooming in the cold…
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30.3 K • Ongoing
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Gu Jingyuan slept straight until noon. When he learned that Emperor Yuwen hadn't returned to the imperial study after morning court but had gone to another palace hall to discuss affairs with his ministers, he hurriedly got up and dressed. “Why not rest a bit longer, Lord Gu?” Eunuch Hong, the chief eunuch attending Long Yanzhao, had personally waited at his bedside for him to wake. Seeing Gu Jingyuan begin to dress, he quickly ordered servants to bring his clothes and said, “His Majesty was…
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