Desolate Moon, White Snow: Book 11

Two powerful leads + a vicious, spoiled beauty who seems like a celestial being as the one pursued, versus a proud, jealous, clingy pursuer + outrageous melodrama + face-slapping comeuppance + bittersweet romance

Su Zhuoye was born a strange monster. His mother died when he was eight, and his stepmother both poisoned him and spoiled him rotten, raising him into a violent, murderous madman who gambled, drank, and chased women.

He was arrogant and tyrannical, committing every kind of evil. If not for his adoptive father’s distinguished service, he would have died eight hundred times over.

Which noble in the capital didn’t spit at the mention of his name?

He would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

After scheming and plotting for so long, he ended up with nothing. Too clever by half, he couldn’t even work anything out, and could only flee the capital in disgrace, broken in body.

Who would have thought that after he left, the emperor would go mad and search every inch of the land for him?

The aloof heir broke off his engagement in public and followed him to the bitterly cold northern frontier.

And his idiot younger brother’s beloved?

He lounged in Su Zhuoye’s carriage, kneeling as he called him “dearest.”

Before the face-slapping:

Xiao Ci: “You touched even the hem of My robes. If you don’t want to keep those hands, I’ll have them broken!”

Xiao Che: “Someone as lowly as him must not sully the reputation of my prince’s residence.”

Jiang Yange: “Get lost. Just seeing you makes me sick!”

After they fell for him:

Xiao Ci: “I’ve disbanded My harem. From now on, there’s only you. Kitty, won’t you look at me?”

Xiao Che: “A Ye, come back with me. I can’t live without you.”

Jiang Yange: “Dearest, I was wrong. For the sake of our two children, let me stay.”

With a child in his left arm and a broadsword in his right, Su Zhuoye cut down anyone in his path. “All of you, get the hell away from me!”