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386 pages, Paperback
Published January 5, 2026










“Shiyu, I've been in love with you for a long time.”
Su Shiyu was stunned speechless for a moment, before gracing the grand commandant with yet another polite smile. “Chu Daren, do not jest-”
“You don’t believe me?” Chu Mingyun interrupted him. He then clenched his fist more tightly, and declared sincerely, “The heaven and the earth can bear witness to my declaration of love to you. My only wish is to marry—cough—to grow old with you. Will you be willing to grant me this honour?”
“I'll not,” Su Shiyu said, equally sincerely.
[...]
“l don't blame you for doubting my affection. I shall prove myself to you. Shiyu, you'll come to know that my love for you is true.” These were the blatant words of passion that emerged from the grand commandant's own lips. Yet, under his sleeve, he pinched himself so that his eyes brimmed with emotion.
Su Shiyu’s gentle smile deepened suddenly in that instant. His eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke, again, in a gentle tone. “Are you ill?”
“Indeed I am, with lovesickness,” Chu Mingyun did not waver, and neither did his words.

Chu Mingyun watched Su Shiyu undo his outer robe and couldn’t help teasing him. “At last, Su Daren is finally showing a desire to take advantage of me.”
Su Shiyu didn’t even look at him as he spoke. He quickly tore off a piece of the sleeve of his inner garment to bandage his shoulder. After a moment’s thought, he decided to explain his purpose. “The incense I use to scent my clothes has a calming effect. It may help to relieve the pain.”
“You've cut your sleeve, Su Daren,” said Chu Mingyun with a grin. “A piece of your inner garment has now touched my bare skin. My innocence is gone. Su Daren, are you going to take responsibility?”
Su Shiyu's eyes shot up. He wanted to know the look on the grand commandant's face as he bemoaned the loss of his innocence. He stared at the bloodied robes again. "If you keep talking nonsense, I'm afraid you won't live long enough for me to take responsibility."
Chu Mingyun simply smiled. "What is it that you need me for?"
Su Shiyu's fingers brushed his teacup. "Chu Daren, you and I both know that someone is trying to stir trouble in the capital. We might not get along, but in the face of a common enemy, we could try to be allies."
"Why do you keep insisting that we don't get along when I'm so madly in love with you?" Chu Mingyun sighed loudly. "You break my heart."
"As you wish," Chu Mingyun said nonchalantly. "You're doing so much for me, Su Daren. How will I ever repay you?" He paused then grinned at Su Shiyu. "How about my hand in marriage?"
"I could never." Su Shiyu smiled. "If you're truly greatful, perhaps you could refrain from teasing me so much."
The smooth, silky fabric glided under Chu Mingyun's fingers, emphasising the trim and supple waist. If he could speak right now, he would commend the man for his figure just to see his reaction. Pity he could not. [...] He tightened his hold on the man whilst his fingertips slid gently over the maroon pattering of his collar, circling the same spot a few times before darting underneath.

The grand censor took the ribbon and touched it briefly. It was soft and silky, and indeed just an ordinary ribbon. He turned towards Chu Mingyun, who had amusement in his eyes before he shut tuem, as if he were offering himself to Su Shiyu. The ribbon wound around his eyes and ended in a knot behind his head. Su Shiyu’s touch was gentle. A faint fragrance kissed Chu Mingyun's cheeks as the grand censor's sleeves shifted above him. Amidst the eventful happenings in the room, Chu Mingyun thought to himself leisurely that it was indeed wonderful to be served by the grand censor.

"It would be impolite if I refuse such a well-intended gesture. Yet I must still insist that you take the bed. Otherwise, I might accidentally step on you when I get up in the night for tea."
"Do you have a habit of having tea in the middle of the night?"
Su Shiyu smiled. "No, but I might just start doing it tonight."
Chu Mingyun's fan unfolded with a loud 'whoosh', hiding his face. He sighed as he held a sleeve as a shy maiden would. "Oh my, such persistence, my dear sir... If you insist on sharing a bed, I suppose I'll surrender myself to your desires."
"You need not to explain yourself," Chu Mingyun said, his smile widening. "Is it hard to admit you wanted me to protect you? There's no shame in that."
"That reminds me." Su Shiyu stared back. "I've been meaning to ask you."
"Oh?"
"Is it hard, carrying around that much shamelessness?"
Chu Mingyun glanced down and smirked. "Want to feel how heavy it is?"

He tightened his arms, locking Chu Mingyun in a vice. Then he placed a hand over the man's eyes.
"Calm yourself." His voice was as tender as his hold was firm. "They are envoys, and they have come here to seek peace. You must not kill them. Not right now at least." [...] "You killed those who hurt you... It's all over."
Again and again, Su Shiyu chanted softly until the man in his arms stopped struggling. After a long moment, eyelashes fluttered against his palm. It tickled.
"Hey," the man rasped. "Keep talking to me. In that same tone."
"What would you like me to say?"
"Tell me..." he whispered, "Tell me that you're here. That you're still alive."
Su Shiyu eased his lips next to Chu Mingyun's ear. "I'm still alive. I'm still here." He took a small breath and added as tenderly as he could. "I'm here with you."
[Su Shiyu's] fingers fell upon the zither. Its strings shimmered under the moonlight as they began to sing. Notes fell like pearls scattering on an ornate plate, then landed like thunderous blows upon a war drum, then the shrill clashing of spears, cries of warhorses, and the swift roar of a rushing river.
As music filled the pavilion, Chu Mingyun simply watched - his elbow on his knee, his cheek in his palm - and lost himself to sight of Su Shiyu.

He pressed his fingers to his lips, which slowly formed a gentle curve.
At last, he let out an airy laugh.
"I'm done for..."
He was well and truly done for. He could not bury his head in the sand or lie to himself any longer. The truth was staring him in the face. He was in love.
Su Shiyu grasped at the ground beside him to grab a handful of snow and eyed it for a moment before stuffed it into the back of the grand commandant's collar without any warning.
Chu Mingyun reacted quickly, leaping away as soon as his neck touched the snow. Nonetheless, the ice behind his neck was still causing him to shiver. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he wasted no time in grabbing onto Su Shiyu as the latter rose to his feet. Before Su Shiyu could stand up firmly, he was caught unaware by Chu Mingyun’s grasp, and lost his footing. It was at that moment that Su Shiyu changed his mind; he grabbed onto Chu Mingyun’s arm and pulled him down together with him.
The two of them landed on the snow. In the moment of falling, Chu Mingyun could not react fast enough, and could only prop himself upwards on the ground with his hands in order to avoid slamming downwards onto Su Shiyu. He lowered his gaze and caught the mischief in Su Shiyu’s smiling eyes.
Chu Mingyun moved one hand beside Su Shiyu’s head to brush the snow off him. “Su Shiyu, if you were anyone else, I would have buried you alive in the snow.”
[...]
“If just about any person had enough skills to pull such a trick on you, Chu Daren would probably be too embarrassed to publicly show his face to everyone.” Su Shiyu then lifted his hand again to Chu Mingyun’s temples, carefully wiping away the snow that had scattered itself on his hair.

As Chu Mingyun's fingers remained firm on Shiyu’s chin. His eyes fell on the suple lips that always looked pale. But at that moment, a tinge of colour was visible, tainted with a vivid red. Driven by a sudden impulse, Chu Mingyun found himself pressing toward those lips.
“…Chu Daren?” A gentle voice called out to him suddenly, carrying a tinge of shock.
Chu Mingyun froze inches above Su Shiyu. As he stared straight into Su Shiyu’s eyes, he realized that he had almost kissed the man. All that separated them was a few inches. He could feel Su Shiyu's breath on his lips.
He wanted to touch him and make him his own. The thirst for the man grew fervent. Chu Mingyun’s eyes darkened with lust as he leaned in.
“…”
His lips touched Su Shiyu's palm. Silently, he looked up at the man who had blocked his kiss. The corners of his eyes lifted upwards as they curved into a smirk.
Su Shiyu's heart skipped a beat. There was a warm and soft sensation on his palm. He subconsciously tried pulling his hand backwards, only to have Chu Mingyun grab onto it tightly. His focus was lost, and he stopped struggling.
Chu Mingyun kissed the palm of his hand, before moving on to tracing the veins on his palm with his tongue. He continued licking and kissing his hand, all the way from his palm to his knuckles, before lifting his gaze directly into Su Shiyu’s eyes. Then with a devious smirk, he sank his teeth lightly into the tip of a finger. His tongue darted out and licked the bite mark.
Su Shiyu's fingers curled, coming into contact with teeth, eliciting a laughter deep within the grand commandant's chest. Chu Mingyun winked as he gently held a knuckle between his teeth. [...] He finally let go and pressed a kiss on the back of Su Shiyu's hand before laying it on his own cheek.

Chu Mingyun gently brought Su Shiyu's face close, then without any warning, kissed him. He traced the shape of those lips with his own, then nudged them open with his tonque. Su Shiyu was suddenly frozen in place - his mind had already gone completely blank.


4,5 'fan & zither' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐/⭐