Zhuyu Stories

# ❄️ **Jade of the Fallen Snow** ### *By Ān Ruì (安瑞)* ### *Season Two - An Unofficial Fan Sequel* The snow has fallen, old loyalties have shifted, and beneath the calm of Great Yin, another game is quietly beginning. **Xie Jingxue** is a general who knows how to command armies, read people, and conceal her intentions behind an innocent smile. **Xìngyuán** is a mysterious man whose seemingly insignificant position hides a truth that could change the balance of power around him. When their paths cross under extraordinary circumstances, a marriage born from political necessity places them on the same side of a game neither intends to lose. But neither of them is as simple as they appear. Around them, princes scheme, generals choose their loyalties, old friendships are tested, and seemingly harmless decisions begin setting much larger events into motion. As Jingxue and Xìngyuán become increasingly entangled, the difference between **using someone and trusting them** becomes dangerously thin. And while everyone believes they understand the game- **Jingxue may already be several moves ahead.**

In which their marriage was no longer pretend. After that first kiss, both of them wanted more than they should. Then one day, Xie Zheng found something he was never supposed to see... How was he supposed to face his wife now? Her own secret that she did not even know was intertwined with his revenge, how much of it was a coincidence or how much of it was decided by fate? At this moment in time, communication was everything. But could they do it? (Canon Divergence from roughly Episode 9 or 10)

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In the green mountains and clear waters, I want to hold your hand and walk across this bridge, where the leaves are green and the flowers are red, and the water flows under the bridge, with people living by the stream. The other end of the bridge is where the black hair turns to white. --Shen Congwen's Love Letters to Zhang Zhaohe 在青山绿水之间，我想牵着你的手走过这座桥，桥那边是绿叶红花，桥下是流水人家。桥的那头，是白发苍苍的归处。 --沈从文《致张兆和书》 Hi Everyone! I hope you all enjoy it! This is my first historical drama~ let me know what you all think! Unfortunately, unlike "From the Same Sky" this is not finished yet~ But i will update as soon as I finished it!! Update! I realises that making a historical novel is so difficult especially with the political side of it! I rewrote the chapter 1-4~ i hope you all like it!

A story of Wei Yan, and of Chang Yu and Xie Zheng, in the world where Jinzhou never fell Wei Yan died hated. A regent with eighteen years of blood on his hands, executed in the autumn, buried far from the capital under a name he chose never to clear. He had his reasons. He always had his reasons. They were the kind a man takes to his grave on purpose. And then he wakes, in the cold, on a wall at Yanzhou, years before the worst of it. The woman he has loved his whole silent life is alive and sixteen and standing beside him. The disaster that unmade the world is two hours from happening. And this time, he knows exactly how it ends. What he buys with that knowledge is not glory. It is an ordinary world. A peaceful reign, a sunlit border town, a fierce girl who grows up to make her own name as a general and the serious boy who loves her in secret for twenty years, a cook no one can read, a scholar who stays warm, a prince with no monster in him. Everyone he failed in the other life gets to live in this one, free and happy and faintly bored, and not one of them will ever know there was another world, or what it cost the quiet old minister at the edge of the room to take it off them. A gentle story about second chances, the people we would save if we could, and the particular loneliness of being the only one left who remembers the life that never happened.

When she is five years old, Fan Chang Ning watches her sister carry a half-dead stranger in out of the snow and decides, in the way small children decide enormous things, that guarding him will be her job. It is the first thing she ever chooses for herself. It will not be the last. This is the story of the girl at the edges of the war. Stolen from a market crowd and sold north into a cold house. Traded back out of the dark. Thrown through the black air above a battlefield, and caught. Somewhere along that road she presses on a lonely boy the only thing she owns that is worth giving, a cricket folded from a blade of grass, and he presses a piece of imperial jade into her hand in return, and neither of them yet understands that the boy will grow into the emperor, or that a scrap of folded grass can come to outweigh a throne. Years later, a decree travels north with her name written inside it. Empress. The court calls it the great fortune the readers of faces saw in her when she was a baby. But Chang Ning has spent her whole life learning to tell a gift from a cage, and she knows the difference better than almost anyone alive, because she has been kept once already, and she will ride the length of the country to refuse being kept again. Told first in her voice and then in his, The Grass Cricket is a story about stolen children and the people who go back into the dark for them. About a young emperor trying with everything in him not to become his father. And about the oldest question love has ever asked. Whether to close the hand, or to open it. A companion to A Name Like Smoke. It stands on its own.