So the General Can Be Gentle After All

“Why don't you just take a concubine, then?” His hand stilled. His large palm clamped around my chin, gripping so hard it nearly crushed my bones. “Shen Zhiyi, are you trying to play hard to get?” The next morning, fully dressed, he looked down at me and tossed a token onto the brocade quilt. “Since you're so generous, I'll grant your wish.” “Clear out the west wing. She'll move into the estate tonight.” 1. Ye Chen did exactly as he said, and wasted no time. That evening, a small pink sedan chair was carried through the side gate of the General's residence. There was no music, no guests, not even a proper ceremony. The woman's name was...