The Young Marquis Is No Heartthrob!

(Not many people are reading this, but I want to give the heroine what I think is a good ending.)

An arm as pale as white jade and round as a lotus root emerged from behind the gauze curtains. A delicate chain was tied around its wrist. Her five fingers clenched the drapes tighter and tighter, turning bluish white.

"Trying to sneak away again? Where do you think you can go? Hmm?"

A low, husky murmur came from behind the curtains, its breath falling thickly into the woman's ear.

A large hand seized the person trying to escape. His fingers interlocked with hers, holding her firmly in place and drawing the springtime scene back behind the curtains, leaving her no chance to flee.

Chen Yu couldn't help thinking back to how they had first met.

[Fragile, Cool Beauty X Handsome, Moody Emperor]

Chen Yu transmigrated!

The young marquis drank himself to death, and that very night Chen Yu transmigrated into his body.

She became the young marquis, a woman disguised as a man.

On the way back to the capital, she came across an injured man.

She figured that since she was a man now, she wouldn't have to worry about the old curse where saving someone meant being forced to marry him!

After returning to the marquis's manor, Chen Yu wanted nothing more than to leave the capital again and travel the world as a carefree rich woman.

Who could have expected that the man she'd met on the road was the emperor?

An imperial decree appointing her to office arrived at the marquis's manor.

The emperor pursued her relentlessly, laying trap after trap.

The imperial throne loomed over her. She couldn't gamble the lives of everyone in the marquis's household on an emperor's love being true.

To escape the charge of deceiving the emperor, Chen Yu devised a plan to fake her death.

(The heroine becomes emperor, while the hero, despite his disability, remains steadfastly at her side and helps her rule.)