Nonsense, She’s Not the Heroine of an Explicit Novel

[New emperor who holds sway over the court VS charismatic, teasing princess | master manipulator | rival suitors in a battle royale | palace intrigue and trash-taking-down | devoted to each other]

Jiang Wanluo becomes the sixth princess of the Gaojing Dynasty, a girl who should have died young.

Familiar with the plot, she knows she’s a disposable pawn in the story.

To stay alive, she treads carefully and plans each step, rising from an overlooked nobody in the Cold Palace to the darling of the capital’s master manipulators.

As the throne changes hands and heroes vie for supremacy, she remembers that the male lead who will unite the realm is her imperial brother.

But she doesn’t know which one, so it can’t hurt to cozy up to them all, right?

Unfortunately, her gaze keeps catching on Chu Yinghuai, the handsome hostage sent from the Kingdom of Nanzhao. After thinking it over, Jiang Wanluo decides he’s both pitiful and to her liking, so she might as well win him over and warm his heart too.

Halfway through the story, Jiang Wanluo, securely nestled in her imperial brothers’ affections, relaxes and prepares to coast through the rest of her life.

Then she discovers that wolves are closing in from every side, all coveting the kingdom’s precious jewel and wanting to pluck the moon from the sky and hold it in their arms. She’s surrounded by rivals in a deadly romantic battleground.

She had the plot figured out, but underestimated the fate of a disposable pawn.

An imperial decree demanding a marriage alliance arrives without warning, ordering her to marry far away. The dust of the Western Regions is acrid, and even the blowing sand stings her eyes.

When cavalry tramples the bridal carriage, the one who intercepts the marriage decree is none other than the new emperor of Nanzhao, Chu Yinghuai.

The tyrant at the head of the column, clad in black armor and covered in blood, brushes aside the golden-beaded curtain and reaches out to her.

From then on, the beast carries her off to his gilded lair.

Everyone says that the new emperor of an enemy kingdom, humiliated in Gaojing, will mistreat Jiang Wanluo.

Who would have thought that one day everyone would see the tyrant, feared by all, whispering sweet nothings with her cheek to cheek?

He kneels before her, holding her delicate hand, his voice low and hoarse with restrained desire, like a demonic incantation:

“Your Highness, this time, you may only act coquettishly with me.”

He is no merciful Bodhisattva. He only wants to be the demon who holds her in his arms.