pls no

And yet, just as the lamps are being lit for the evening, as he picks up a book at random to settle into the night, the bookshelf in the inner room slides open all by itself, revealing a crack in the wall. The crack splits, growing wider and wider, and then standing there in a secret passageway is a tall and slender man, the very person whose manner of arrival he has been guessing and guessing at. 

As emperor, he is much the same as he was, and doesn't have a lot to say to the eunuchs. But the friendship he has with Gao Zhan is no different to the one he has with Shen Zhui. He rarely asks Gao Zhan anything, but each time he does, he receives only the plainest truth in answer. That sly old fox, who has lived through three successive reigns in the Palace, is a fawning toady to a foolish master, and an edifying mirror to a wise one.

Tingsheng turns seventeen this year. The blood of emperors in his marrow has welled forth into plain sight; a jade pin binds his hair in a neat topknot, and a jade belt adorns his waist; there is a vivid light in his curious eyes, and a poised elegance in his bearing. As he walks along the corridor, he carries the providential grace of kings in his wake. With a clever dodge he evades Fei Liu's hawk-like assault, nearly catching even Zhen Ping and Li Gang flat-footed. Mei Changsu gets to his feet and calls off Fei Liu. Then, just as he might greet an old friend, he smiles at the visitor in his courtyard: "You've come."

Li Gang quietly sighs at Zhen Ping. "Look at Chief and Young Master Lin— two of the greatest minds in the world— don't they say great minds think alike? And these two have been close friends for that many years, so you'd think they'd be at least somewhat alike. But why are they so different? When Young Master Lin gets stressed, he turns everyone else upside down. But Chief? The bigger his problems, the quieter and calmer he seems to get."

"Mother, you know this — to me, xiao-Shu has become more than Lin Shu, the boy who perished in the Chiyan atrocity. With fourteen years of his life, he reclaimed justice for the lost souls of the Chiyan army, forged a path for me onto the throne, and in the end, for the sake of all of Daliang's people, he flung the last of himself to the flames, and now lies amongst the fallen on the battlefield. For such a man, for such a heart, what does it matter, even if I should bend the might of a nation to his mourning?"

I have begun to translate 倾国 (Peerless) by 寂寞屠城, a classic Nirvana in Fire sequel!fic.

Since QJJ has been officially licensed, does that mean the extras will be translated too? I've been trying to find the English translations for the extras forever but to no avail :(

Raise a Glass by Tang Jiuqing, Chapter 71: Trickery

Raise a Glass by Tang Jiuqing, Chapter 70: The Temple Reopens

Raise a Glass by Tang Jiuqing, Chapter 69: Credit Where Credit's Due

Raise a Glass by Tang Jiuqing, Chapter 68: To Summon Clouds and Conjure Rain

Raise a Glass by Tang Jiuqing, Chapter 67: Pillow Talk “You’re too thin,” Xiao Chi’ye said as he ran his hands over him. “You’re all knobbly to hold. In autumn, when the wild game from Libei comes in, we’ll have to feed you up properly then. That way, you’ll be fattened up by winter.” Xiao Chi’ye’s breathing deepened slightly. His eyes were very heavy, and he turned his head to the side, nudging the tip of his nose into Shen Zechuan’s hair, just by his ear. With the last of his energy he managed a smile as he said, “……Come sleep awhile with your Er-gongzi.”

Raise a Glass by Tang Jiuqing, Chapter 65: The Plague