Song Qinghan, the young and brilliant General of Pingnan, is a rising star of the dynasty, with no equal in prestige.
The nobles of the imperial capital crane their necks, counting the eligible young ladies who visit his home each day.
Their necks grow sore and their hopes fade, until even the emperor can no longer resist dropping hints.
But Song Qinghan turns around and pulls the little girl hiding behind him into his arms.
He looks down at her tear-streaked face, and his heart nearly breaks.
If he has made her cry, he must humble himself and comfort her.
The general, usually so cold and indifferent, softens his voice and his heart.
“Good girl, they're all mean. Don't listen to their nonsense. You're the only one I'll ever want.”
Her delicate features are as beautiful as a painting, like a bewitching spirit who could ensnare anyone.
The little girl lifts her misty, tear-filled eyes and chokes out plaintively, “Song Qinghan, you were the one who pursued me first. You can't go falling for someone else. If you ever betray me, I will...”
She trails off. Threats have never been her strong suit, and she can only stare in speechless misery as her tears flow even harder.
Each one lands like a pearl against Song Qinghan's heart.
He can only kiss the reddened corners of her eyes.
Then he makes the threat for her: “If that day ever comes, good girl, you can feed me the most poisonous poison in the world.”
He schemed and seized her for himself. How could she not take root in his heart and become part of his very bones?
Not only will he never let her go in this life, he would hold on to her even through countless reincarnations.
Why don't you write it?