[Historical slice of life + palace and household intrigue + possessive love + general + angst + scheming]
[This new novel has just started, so its rating is low for now. That's normal. The story holds up, so please give it a chance.]
When she was fourteen, her fragile body was forced to bear the fate of exile beyond the frontier.
When she returned at seventeen, all her youthful vivacity was gone. She was like an ice sculpture, radiating a chill, with a heart as cold as the frost of deep winter.
The childhood sweetheart she had once loved so deeply had long since been ruthlessly erased from her memory.
Why was the man who had once heartlessly exiled her now kneeling and begging without a shred of dignity? He was a disheveled mess, his face streaked with tears and snot.
But she already had someone new by her side who understood her.
He roared hysterically, “You found someone new? Did you even ask me?”
She merely raised an eyebrow and replied coldly, “Who are you...?”
Her eyes brimmed with disdain and disgust, as if the person before her were a complete stranger she'd never met.
