Hua! Hua!
I swung my stick through the air, slicing through the silence of the quiet garden. My shadow was my only opponent, and the wind played along, lifting the hem of my shirt as my wooden stick danced to my rhythm.
This time... I've found my dream.
But honestly, who would believe that the heiress of the richest Li family only wanted to master stick martial arts? Probably no one. They'd whisper, laugh behind my back, maybe even scold me.
Still—who cares?
I'll always follow my own path, even if no one understands. And this... this is the path I choose.
With my long, flowing black hair—soft like dragon fur. Wait, do dragons even have fur? No, scales. But if they did have hair, I bet it would feel like mine. My emerald-green eyes gleam like polished jade, and with the proud surname "Li," I knew people loved to watch me perform.
Giggles. What a great dream!
"My lady, Miss Li wants to see you," a maid called gently, her eyes full of quiet pity.
Ugh. Not again. Doesn't she know I'm exhausted from her endless lectures?
"But my lady," the maid added with a small bow, "Miss Li seems... very angry today. I think she noticed our little fight earlier."
Of course she noticed. We don't even look like family.
I sighed. "Lead the way."
Inside the room, she sat like a queen—elegant posture, crimson face, fury trembling through her like an earthquake about to erupt.
She stood. "Is this what you call a dream?!"
"I just want to prove myself—" I began, voice shaking.
"Shut it!" she snapped. "Do you know Shan Xinyi from the Shan family? She's a year younger and already studying medicine. Her parents support her! But you? You run around with a stick like a fool!"
"Mom! This is my dream! I can even make money with it!"
She laughed—a short, sharp laugh. "Money? Where? Show me the money!"
I clenched my fists. I knew she wanted success for me—but this wasn't guidance. It was control.
"Le Meng," she said, voice low and firm, "You're turning eighteen in three months. It's time to grow up."
"I am grown up!" I shouted. "I can make my own decisions! I'm not a five-year-old! Just—just leave me alone!"
Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them back. My chest felt tight. Why couldn't she believe in me, even just a little?
She already had everything—power, money, reputation. But she drove my father away when I was five, calling him "troublesome."
She only cares about three things:
Profit. Money. Honor.
I stormed out, grabbing my stick from the hallway. Every swing became a release. I imagined the air as her, slicing through my anger with each strike.
Faster. Harder. Again and again.
Until—
Spark.
The stick shimmered.
Snap.
Blinding light.
And then—darkness.
—
I woke up somewhere strange.
Wooden floor. Ink-painted walls. The scent of sandalwood curled around me like mist.
I gasped. I was wearing hanfu—long, flowing robes as pale as moonlight.
What is going on?
Was this a dream? A prank? Something my mother planned?
My heart pounded.
Suddenly, a loud voice boomed from the hallway, "The Moon Queen is awake!"
Footsteps thundered toward me. In seconds, people in elegant hanfu rushed in and dropped to their knees.
"Greetings, my Lady! Long live the Moon Queen!"
What?!
I staggered back—and promptly fainted.
—
The next time I opened my eyes, two girls stood by my bed, gently waving fans. A man sat beside me, his hand wrapped around my wrist like he was checking my pulse.
"How is she?" a calm, authoritative voice asked.
"She's waking," the man replied.
I bolted upright. "Don't come near me! I—I can give you all the money you want!"
They all bowed again.
"Greetings, my Lady. We have waited a thousand years for your return."
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This is my very first novel, and I'm so excited to share it with you! Please leave a comment if you enjoyed it—even just one word would make my day!
From now on I, Li yuxin, Limeng/Xiwang / and you, Moonlight travelers together we will bright like stars at the sky along side the moon.
And give me some power Stone to truly become Moonlight traveler!
Kindly Li yuxin.