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Happens in the men's bathroom after the Shadow Blitz (Chapter 55)

A chance meeting in a forest leads Prince Zhao Yunlan down a path filled with kindness and love, but also into a dangerous political web he much rather avoid. Shen Wei hopes to keep the secret of who he really is from ever seeing the light of day.

Long black hair, black silk crumbling off, pale skin, not a hint of rot. They were pinned by some sort of sword or dagger to the base of the mechanism into a standing position. He looked… they looked alive? They were beautiful, breathtakingly so. A straight, high nose, black eyebrows like they had been painted by an artist's hand, and long, long eyelashes.

Wu Xie swallowed. He was straight! He liked women! He… thought this person was one of the most attractive people he’d ever seen. Next to Xiao Hua and Xiaoge of course. Top three, definitely.

Their lips looked soft, with the barest blush of pink and Wu Xie… really wanted to kiss them. He was by himself, the memory of the monster far behind him. No one would have to know. He leaned in, lips brushing the dry ones of the corpse-

And the corpse sighed.

Shen San was just a man. Under the plum tree, his tombstone told a little story that perhaps only a broken-hearted poet and an enlightened-hearted monk could decipher. The characters engraved next to his name were in a shape as beautiful as Shen Wei's calligraphy flowing from brush to paper.
This was the first time that Shen Wei had come here with a different appearance than Shen San had known.
"I have little time left but I decided to start another life in the human world, it's been a while since the last time. In your time, you said to me 'you are young but completely adult, so what?' before you were sure that I was much older than you had imagined.”
About making a different decision this time, the last time, the only person Shen Wei had to ask for advice was Shen San - even though his words could only exist in Shen Wei's heart.

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*This fic is a prequel to another, but works as a stand-alone.

Lin Jing was not always lucky in that Department. He had many thoughts, many suspicions and usually talked too much - but not about that. Never about that. He didn't know if this was his lucky or unlucky day in that matter.
Whatever the deal between Wu Xie and the Ghost Slayer was, perhaps it would be better if they were a little more discreet.

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This fic is part of a series. It doesn't work as stand-alone.

Ёлочный подвес в виде китайского фонарика.

Zhu Jiu watches from behind a tree across the street, frowning deeply. It had been such a good plan. He'd been careful, and it had been very close to the perfect crime. The local authorities hadn't noticed a thing, not even after he'd had the scheme going for months.

"You don't have enough bodies, do you?" Shen Wei asks. Just arriving, he'd glanced briefly at notes on their improvised whiteboard and made this entirely too astute observation. 

Still, Zhao Yunlan isn't one to pass up an opportunity, so he says, "What would I want more bodies for, I have a great one already. You think so too; last night you—"

"Chief!" "Lao Zhao!" A chorus of groans echoes around the room from his subordinates, but it's worth it for the faint blush that colors Shen Wei's cheeks and the rather more pronounced scowl as he glares at Zhao Yunlan.

It is always worse when the Guardian is born either too high or too low in society.

Tonight, Shen Wei is abandoning all of Aoguang’s laws and heading towards the shore, for the second time in his entire life.
All for Kunlun.

Lin Jing's call was garbled. "…weird—something, it's not human, or not anymore—" He described what he'd found in the abandoned village full of statues and strange tunnels.

Chu Shuzhi stepped into the office, closing the door behind him and then leaning against it. "It's getting worse," he said, not waiting for any sort of acknowledgment. He was too worried to let introductory courtesies divert them into smalltalk.

Thanks to Shen Wei, Su Wan gets some unusual feedback that his training is progressing well. Possibly too well.

One more hour of sleep and perhaps Shen Wei would realize that Wu Xie was right. Furthermore, even from a distance, he could still pamper Zhao Yunlan a little more.
He was changing. If he hadn't already, without realizing it before.

Shen Wei copes with the ten thousand years that never happened. Zhao Yunlan helps him.

Wang Meng lived in a constant state of being so done with his laoban. But nothing was so bad that it couldn't get worse. Even if he had a fancy western restaurant to pretend he could relax for a few hours.

Two years after Shen Wei’s death, Zhao Yunlan is still mourning his husband when SID receives an unusual request from the Iron Triangle.
In the desert, a tomb displayed traces of non-human cultures, leading the Iron Triangle to conclude: Ancient Tribes, but which one? Looking for someone who knew about that, this led them to a man who has lived under grief and hopelessness. In the profiles, the face that always haunts Yunlan’s thoughts is right in front of him, in a photograph. To see that face again and make sure that person, Wu Xie, has nothing to do with Shen Wei, he accepts the job as a pretext. But he isn't prepared to really face Wu Xie and everything he is.
He’s taken to the past, to the time he still ruled the mountains, where many things were not what he believed them to be, the dead were alive and the living told lies. When gods from other worlds intervened and changed a story he thought he knew.
Between looking for similarities and seeing differences, Yunlan inevitably falls for one thing unique to Wu Xie: his smile. And the familiar fire in his eyes.
Could the key to his broken heart also be the key to his true self and the whole mystery behind the tomb?