A Splendid, Fleeting Life: The Young Marshal's Captive Bride

In the winter of 1919, snow blanketed Beiping, burying the old dreams of its grand mansions.

Shen Qingying, once the most dazzling Seventh Princess of Prince Chun's mansion, fell from the heights overnight and was forced to make a living in the pleasure quarters.

Lu Chengxuan, the “warlord” she had once publicly rejected and mocked, was now a ruthless young marshal with power over the entire Beiyang government.

He abducted her in public and took her back to the military governor's residence, forcing her to become his concubine and humiliating her day and night.

“‘I’d rather marry a peddler or a common laborer than a warlord’?” He tightened his grip on her chin, his laughter cold. “Then I’ll make you writhe beneath me, watching the Aisin Gioro empire crumble inch by inch at my hands.”

She thought it was a long-planned revenge, until she found a yellowed marriage contract and a bloodstained jade hairpin in a hidden compartment in his study.

They were the keepsakes left by the young general who had saved her when she fell from the city wall at the age of ten.

And on the night the city fell, the man who had fought to the death for her family was the very same man who now kept her imprisoned at his side.

When his beloved fiancée stormed in with a gun, and a plot to restore the monarchy came to light, he pinned Shen Qingying against the wall, his eyes bloodshot.

“Shen Qingying, do you even have a heart?”

She swallowed the taste of blood in her throat with a smile and pressed a dagger to his chest.

“Lu Chengxuan, either kill me, or... wait for me to kill you.”

"This is a deep love disguised as hatred. In a world torn apart by war, you and I are each other’s prisoners."