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this review contains spoilers!
qiang jin jiu starts off with our main protagonist, shen zechuan, berated and beaten for a crime he had no part in. struggling with PTSD for being the sole suvivor of a natural disaster, he is imprisoned as the scapegoat for the actions of his estranged father, and he meets xiao chiye. the two start off as mortal enemies after a near fatal kick yet, as time progresses, they come to realise that they are in two very similar situations. both trapped in the imperial capital, one as a prisoner, one as assurance but, really, a glorified hostage.
from the beginning, i could tell that qjj would become a favourite novel of mine. the characters are all very 3 dimensional, the story is long, complicated, and slow at times but never drags, and the execution of the enemies to lovers plot was done perfectly. there are also many incredible female characters, which is uncommon for a historical novel for realistic reasons, so it’s always nice to find a novel with strong women. they are all ‘strong’ in their own ways; qi zhuyin is a skilled soldier, hua xiangyi is intelligent and calculating but still kind and li jianting is resilient despite the trouble she has lived through.
CEZHOU
enemies to lovers is one of my favourite tropes ever so i’ve read quite a few but nothing even comes close to cezhou. they are both in a unique situation and, at the start, fight whenever they see each other, but slowly they realise that they are the only other person sharing the same fate and begin to rely on each other. their gradual shift from enemies to lovers is slow and methodical and once you get to the lovers stage, they are probably the most soft and tender cp in danmei. <3 the way they teased each other still remains but the anger and vitriol vanishes completely.
This was mutual loathing.
Tainting the other party with the filthy stain that was their own.
Letting hatred turn into a bond that could not be torn apart. It was too much of an agony to live like this, being the only ones who could hear their own howls in the night. So why not come together and tear each other bloody? Let this visceral intimacy metamorphose into a form of solace they could rely on.
SONGYU
SONGYU (╥﹏╥)
yao wenyu and qiao tianya were such a sweet couple near the end. i loved that they almost paralleled cezhou in a way! how they were both two people fallen from grace but found solace in each other. it also makes me sad and happy that they had their own red thread motif because, despite yao wenyu’s death, it still gives me hope that they will find each other once again.
Yao Wenyu said, "I still have the forms of all things in my heart."
Looking at Yao Wenyu, Jiran raised a finger to point at Qiao Tanya. "You also have the form of him in your heart."
The wind blew against Yao Wenyu's sleeves, and the red thread on his wrist slid gently.
He said, "That is why I'm still an ordinary mortal."
QIHUA
qihua, of course didn’t take the spotlight as a side couple but i feel like the crumbs we got were enough! I love when danmei authors add baihe side couples and especially in qjj, i felt they added to the story a lot and i loved every scene they were in. despite being women in ancient china, they were able to rise about their opression. xiangyi was able to do arithmetic work and zhuyin was a seasoned general. i appreciated that tang jiuqing was able to weave some feminist issues into her story, it definitely adds to the themes of the story.
Hua Xiangyi could always quite manage to make Qi Zhuyin think of the pleasure of
rouge.
"I saw that your entire army is ready to depart, so I thought of having another cup of tea with you."
"Tea to send me off?" Qi Zhuyin asked.
"Tea to make you stay," Hua Xiangyi said.
CHARACTERS
another thing that qjj nails perfectly is having a wide cast of morally grey characters. sure there were many who were deplorable but the majority who acted awfully had their reasons behind it. shen lanzhou had no issues about beheading or skinning people alive yet he helped thousand of destitute people. xiao ce’an also has no problem with fighting people to the death yet, it is all to ensure the safety of his army, family and beloved.
even for people like xi hongxuan, who did terrible things, it was hard to hate him. his tragic background made it difficult to not feel some sort of sympathy when he died. or for those of biansha, who were trying to take care of their own people just as out main characters were trying to do as well.
the characters also felt very real to me and it’s largely due to the fact that they were all written like protagonists of their own story instead of backgrounds characters in cezhou’s because, for the most part, qjj is about people in general rather than just two specifically.
something else i also adored was how characters foil and parallel each other. how cezhou fight constantly at the start despite being in the same position of a captive. or like how shen zechuan and yao wenyu both come from happy backgrounds (szc from living with the ji’s before chashi, ywy living his life as a scholar under his teacher) and end up suffering horrifically but have the same drive to claw their way up from rock button and the same insatiable desire to live.
His eyes gradually focused amidst the whir of the wind and took on a hint of malevolence.
"I won't die." He said in a hoarse voice, "Shifu, I won't die."
In the wilderness, Yao Wenyu broke down and cried inconsolably.
For his teacher, and for himself. He was broken through and through. He still wanted to live.
tang jiuqing also tackled the issue of women in ancient china pretty well. i loved that she had many women take on bigger roles (such as zhuyin as a military general, jianting as the emperor and duo’erlan stepping up in the last stretch of the novel) and showed their consistent struggles to find power and hold onto it. it’s very refreshing to have characters such as these in c-novels actually put effort into the story instead of being fodder for the men of the story. li jianting was one of my favourite characters of the entire novel and, while sad, i think her ending in the story was perfect.
"You are a woman too," the Empress Dowager said. "Why do you not understand me?"
"I am neither a woman nor a man." Li Jianting looked at the Empress Dowager again, her eyes clear and bright. "I'm merely Li Jianting.”
STORY / PLOT
the story is long and can be very complicated at time but tang jiuqing never lets you down with the plot. there were no stages within the novel where it felt like it was falling flat. the foreshadowing was done perfectly and t97 definitely has a way of writing specific scenes very poetically. her prose is beautiful.
QUOTES
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Shen Zechuan stood on the stairs and said unperturbedly, "Are you that rich? You'll have to compensate for this, you know?"
Xiao Chiye replied coldly, "I have lots of money."
With that, he felt around his waist. But it was empty.
Shen Zechuan waited for a while, then turned to the shopkeeper and said, "Put it on this master's tab. He has lots of money.
"Have you found what you lost five years ago?"
Xiao Chiye abruptly looked back and instantly reined in his horse. He demanded in a frosty voice, "Return me the thumb ring."
Shen Zechuan looked at him, but Xiao Chiye found the expression in his eyes wicked.
Shen Zechuan said, "Want the thumb ring? Easy. Bark twice like a dog, and I'll give it back to you."
Xiao Chiye strode down the stairs and stepped into the curtain of rain. "I gave you a kick five years ago. Do you hate me for it?"
Shen Zechuan said, "If I say yes, wouldn't that mean I have been tossing and turning having sleepless nights thinking of you? So nope. I don't hate you at all."
"Living is much more painful than dying." Shen Zechuan suddenly laughed. He exhaled and said to Xiao Chye, "That's not right. I'm not in pain. Hatred itself is death by dismemberment; it's like a knife gouging out your flesh. Day after day. Anyone would eventually become numb. There's nothing else in this world that can make me feel 'pain' again. I feel comfortable living like this. You've repeatedly advised me to drop the matter, but you yourself understand it best that 'stopping' has never been something you and I have the luxury of choosing.
Shen Zechuan was not invulnerable. Other than that unexplainable probing and dreading of each other, what they had was an even more inexplicable empathy between fellow sufferers.
Shen Zechuan raised his head and kissed him on the lips. Icy derision followed right on the heels of this encounter of soft lips.
"Want to go wild with abandon?" The expression in Shen Zechuan's eyes was deranged as he murmured, "Do you dare? Try tearing me apart, Xiao'Er. I don't care."
He thought of Xiao Chiye's scent. At this very moment, he finally understood why he was so infatuated with that scent. That was the brilliance of the scorching sun the light that could allow him to escape from the Chashi sinkhole
Xiao Chiye said, "I'll investigate the top. You investigate the bottom."
"Top and bottom are all linked; they are inseparable." It was only when Shen Zechuan spoke to this point that he realized that Xiao Chiye was making a pass at him. He flipped through the book and feigned obliviousness.
Finally, he pointed to his own ear and said in a wicked tone, "Lanzhou, you're blushing."
Blush.
Shen Zechuan's heart was originally as still as deep waters, but at this moment, even he was shaken by that word. Xiao Chiye's handkerchief, which lay in his sleeve pocket, was like a fire that had been stuffed within. It inexplicably obeyed Xiao Chiye's commands and sent the flames burning all the way up to his ears. He knew that the slight redness flushed on the snowy paleness of his skin was particularly striking. Even if he denied it, it would convince no one.
Xiao Chiye found it amusing. It was as if he had seen Shen Zechuan's soft spots.
Shen Zechuan's waist. Shen Zechuan's back. Shen Zechuan's shoulder blades. He could recognize all these, even with his eyes closed.
The only one in this world who could understand the entirety of Xiao Chiye's pain and suffering without any use of words was Shen Zechuan. And this was something they were perfectly well aware of since their very first kiss.
Xiao Chiye kissed Shen Zechuan again, and Shen Zechuan, in his slumber, tightened his grip on Xiao Chiye's little braids.
Ripples washed over the white moon in the water puddle under the abundance of cool breeze, while the Heartbreaker and the Loverboy slept the entire night away nestled under the blanket of the moonlight.
On this noisy, rainy night, he could not help but sniff at that handkerchief again.
It was all Xiao Chiye's scent.
Shen Zechuan lowered his eyes for a moment and nuzzled the handkerchief with the tip of his nose as the gloom at the corners of his eyes and tips of his eyebrows dissipated.
Xiao Chiye guided his hand to land on his waist. "Second Young Master is a fine specimen of a man. So, what do you think?"
"I, Shen Lanzhou, am also a dashing man." Shen Zechuan said leisurely, "I can just admire myself in the mirror; there's no need for another person."
Xiao Chiye also lowered his eyes and said to him, "As long as we are out of Qudu, we will be able to go together, even to the ends of the earth."
He was like a wolf pup collecting and hoarding up the stars, wanting to stuff it all to Shen Zechuan like that entire jewelry box of pearls and jade earrings.
The thought of going home roared like mad in his heart. But all he could do was to gaze like this at Shen Zechuan. Other than Shen Zechuan, no one else would understand.
He seemed to be harboring Shen Zechuan in his arms, no longer permitting anyone to get close. He clumsily licked Shen Zechuan's wound. This was his way of healing. He did not want this person to be in pain ever again.
One day, we will gallop under the skies of Libei, and that will be when I am strong and powerful enough. Two million isn't enough to marry the wolf pup of the Prince of Libei. Such a betrothal gift is not worthy of my Xiao Ce'an. If I'm in Zhongbo, however, I will one day go on to be your indestructible shield "
Under the soft veil of moonlight, Xiao Chiye suddenly grasped hold of Shen Zechuan's hand and hugged him.
After a long time, Xiao Chiye's hoarse voice rang out beside Shen Zechuan's ear, clinging close to it, "I'll leave my back to you, and you'll leave your chest to me. We cannot do without the other. I'll choose the best horse for you in Libei. We'll build a house on the Zhongbo-Libei demarcation line and meet there every month it's a must. To marry me, two million isn't enough; I want Lanzhou's priceless smile that even a thousand gold cannot buy."
Shen Wei and Bai Cha did not matter.
Xiao Chiye lowered his head and pressed up against Shen Zechuan's cheek as he stared, with deep hostility, at the sunlight which was attempting to cloak Shen Zechuan.
Shen Lanzhou was his - Xiao Ce'an's.
Lanzhou did not need the moonlight. That naked, lithe softness of his only needed one person's gaze on him -Xiao Chiye's.
But, he, Shen Zechuan ... is the student of Qi Huilian, the Grand Mentor of the Crown Prince in the Eastern Palace; the last disciple of Ji Gang of Duanzhou; the former Northern Judge-cum-Vice Commander of the Imperial Bodyguards; and the head of household of my - Xiao Ce'an's - future residence. He has nothing to do with any other names."
Xiao Chiye raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Oh, how I love you so."
Shen Zechuan was slightly stunned.
Xiao Chiye looked at him and enunciated each word as he repeated, "I love you so much."
It was as if he wanted to leave it all to Shen Zechuan His horse, his eagle, his heart.
That kick that had never once turned a hair during all the years in Qudu had, along with the passage of time, cunningly turned into pangs of pain after Xiao Chiye fell into the clutches of love.
Xiao Chiye buried his face in the side of Shen Zechuan's neck; he was intoxicated, taunted all day by this evil man who called his name as he pleased, his every word an invitation. He dawdled, as if he had woken up from a nap, and naturally responded, "Hm?"
"Ce'an," Shen Zechuan turned his head to face Xiao Chiye, their breaths intertwining. In a show of near innocence, he called out, like a toddler learning to speak, "oh, how I, love, you, so.”
But Xiao Chiye was like a steady rock shielding him from the back as he gradually moved to grasp his hands in return.
"You can do as vour heart desires." Xiao Chiye whispered into his ear. "With me here, you will never fall."
Xiao Chiye once wanted the sky, the grasslands, and also the Hongyan Mountains. He domesticated eagles and tamed horses, and he galloped among the vast lands in the dreams.
But in the end, he no longer wanted them all.
He wanted Shen Zechuan.
"You are a fine woman." Qi Zhuyin paused for a moment. "And I shall repay you with military accomplishments on the battlefield."
Amidst the weaving flames, Qiao Tanya moved aside a few steps and pressed in towards
Yao Wenyu.
Yao Wenyu said, "His Lordship-"
The wheelchair bumped lightly against the wall. Yuanzhuo suddenly grabbed the armrest with a hand to brace himself as Qiao Tanya cupped his cheeks and walled him in this dark, gloomy corner for a kiss. This kiss was not at all gentle. It blazed with astounding desire under the taste of blood.
The wolf was here.
It was in this way he hugged Shen Zechuan and greedily stroked Shen Zechuan's cheek.
"I want to hide you away," Xiao Chiye said aloud in the wind, "or perhaps put you into the pocket in my bosom.”
Xiao Chiye lay on the barren, deserted sand and listened to the lapping sound of the Chashi River. Silently, he counted the stars before his
eyes.
He finished counting them once- it was Shen Lanzhou.
He counted them again-still Shen Lanzhou.
This bitterness sprang from between their lips and tongues and dissolved in his chest, becoming a piercing pain. Qiao Tanya found it painful, and he thought the same for Yao Wenyu. As they kissed, he caressed Yao Wenyu's cheeks, as if he had never touched Yao Wenyu in such a way before and wanted to make up for it now.
Yao Wenyu said firmly. "You can hand over the empire in the future to come, but at this time, only you, Shen Lanzhou, can sit on the throne! Overturn the old cases and redress the injustices suffered... Pass a new judgment on Shen Wei.." As he gasped for breath, his voice broke, and that clear, jade-like tinkling voice of his turned raspy. Even as he spoke, he was still hastily coughing up blood.
"Lanzhou... you're open and aboveboard..."
He came to this world naked, and it did not matter if he was broken.
Other than Qiao Tanya, he owed no other.
"If only we could have met earlier..."
Yao Wenyu gazed at the window, where the colored silk ball that he had still yet to throw away was hanging. He smiled wearily and moved his hand with the red thread.
With the breakage of the seven-stringed zither, his heart died, too.
"Since there is no Yao Yuanzhuo in this world," Qiao Tanya slowly closed his eyes, as if mocking this absurd arrangement, "then the Qiao Songyue of it is dead."
Qiao Tanya looked as though he did not hear him. Jiran followed him, and those pairs of big and small sleeves fluttered in the wind. Together, they disappeared amongst the heavy snow.
Boundless is the sky in the pure land, untainted by worldly concerns.
Shen Zechuan erected a new Cangyun Pavilion at the former site of Yulong Terrace. On the left, he set up a civil minister registry, with the names of Qi Huilian, Hai Liangyi, and Yao Wenyu leading the various officials. On the right was the military general register, where the names of Xiao Fangxu, Xiao Jiming, Qi Zhuyin, Lu Guangbai, and Yin Chang were recorded for all posterity. At the end of those neatly arranged portraits were the images of two men of equal standing in the hierarchy.