Feng Xing

《 Previous | Table of Contents | Next 》 Translation: marchmallow No one would have expected a mere gentleman-litterateur to have effectuated the

《 Previous | Table of Contents | Next 》 Translation: marchmallow When Feng Sheng turned to leave, Fan Jin Chuan called out to

《 Previous | Table of Contents | Next 》 Translation: marchmallow What Feng Sheng wanted wasn’t just any account book——to say it was

《 Previous | Table of Contents | Next 》 Translation: marchmallow Feng Sheng’s face suddenly paled. Prince Wei’s fit left her not the

《 Previous | Table of Contents | Next 》 Translation: marchmallow Prince Wei glanced at Feng Sheng, not saying anything. He approached the

《 Previous | Table of Contents | Next 》 Translation: marchmallow Late into the night, while Feng Sheng was half-awake and half-dreaming, Prince

《 Previous | Table of Contents | Next 》 Translation: marchmallow A very familiar voice. The other persons’s voice was a bit hoarse,

《 Previous | Table of Contents | Next 》 Translation: marchmallow Jin lao’er‘s complexion turned horrible. He already had a scar on his

《 Previous | Table of Contents | Next 》 Translation: marchmallow “Wake up, wake up!” Fan Jin Chuan opened his eyes, still feeling

《 Previous | Table of Contents | Next 》 Translation: marchmallow The din of jumbled and riotous footsteps outside had all muffled. It