Lamp in the Clear Night

[Historical fantasy, arranged marriage to love] (The dynasty in this book is entirely fictional.) A cool, noble prince (general) × a beautiful, haughty young lady (princess consort) Marrying Lin Qing seemed like a sure win for Zhou Zhao. He had thought they would simply respect one another, but in the end, Lin Qing had him wrapped around her finger. Whenever she got angry, he didn’t dare say much. Lin Qing was stunningly beautiful, radiant and charming, and accomplished in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, literature, and martial arts. - He watched the faint sweat appear on the tip of her nose as she grew furious. Resting his face against her pale neck, he said, “Can’t we stop fighting?” Feeling his warm breath against her neck and hearing the conciliatory tone in his voice, she grew uncomfortable. “Get off me.” She turned her head slightly away. Zhou Zhao murmured, “I’m unhappy.” Lin Qing gave a cold laugh. “And I’m supposed to be happy?” Wasn’t he the one who had given her the cold shoulder first? “You said you were sick of me.” Lin Qing felt a faint dampness against her neck. Her expression stiffened. Was he crying? - Zhou Zhao chuckled. His eyes curved, and his clear, cool voice rang out. “There’s a bug on your face.” As he spoke, he reached out and plucked it off. Lin Qing froze and exclaimed, “What?” She instinctively began patting her face all over. Seeing her like this, Zhou Zhao raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased. “It’s gone.” Lin Qing suspected he had tricked her on purpose. Gritting her teeth, she stepped forward and stomped on his foot. Zhou Zhao looked down at the mark on his shoe and said disdainfully, “Childish.” She gritted her teeth. “Which one of us is childish? You’re the one scaring people with bugs.” There hadn’t been a bug on her face at all. Zhou Zhao chuckled softly, his voice tinged with lazy amusement. “You’re the one who believed me.”