Seven Elopements: The Cunning General Drags Me Back and Dotes on Me Relentlessly

[Gentle, sweet, guileless princess | Scheming general guarding the frontier]

[False siblings | Forced love | Utterly doted on]

Yun Yao, the Chancellor's daughter, was born breathtakingly beautiful, petite as a willow in the springtime south of the Yangtze. She and Xiao Yingze were betrothed from childhood.

They say the man in his red armor, billowing in the wind, is a demon guarding the frontier. Yet she rejected him with a single letter of divorce, even though he stood atop the mountain, gazing down upon all mortals, peerless in the world!

From then on, nightmares haunted her again and again.

"Yao Yao, I'm not dead yet, and you're already thinking of marrying him?"

She thought breaking off their engagement would let her marry the refined Hanlin Academy scholar. But then a sudden turn of events made her a princess sent to secure a political marriage. Given the title Yining, she was dispatched to the northern border to marry a barbarian. As her procession passed through the area where Xiao Yingze's army was stationed, someone flipped over her wedding sedan.

"Are you insane? How dare you steal a princess sent to marry for peace?"

His eyes held a broken, restrained look. "They stole my betrothed first. I'm merely exercising my right under our betrothal. How is that stealing their princess?"

Later, Yun Yao successfully escaped.

That day, red candles blazed in the mansion as distinguished guests arrived. Dressed in a dazzling red wedding gown, she was supposed to serve tea to one particular guest. After all, without his help, she wouldn't have been able to marry the Hanlin scholar so smoothly.

The man sat in the seat reserved for her parents and offered his congratulations. "May your red bridal robes bring you a fine match. I congratulate you on your mutual love, but fear storms may come, and your jade branch may not withstand them!"

The moment Yun Yao saw him, the teacup slipped from her hand with a crash.

The hall was radiant, candlelight reflecting on Xiao Yingze. He gazed at the shattered teacup with a smile, but it was a chilling, ghostly smile. "Is this how my wife thanks me?"