Lu Yuxuan transmigrated.
She became the most unremarkable transmigrator in the Fengyang Kingdom: a plain-looking farmer’s daughter with no special skills, whose golden finger was even out of service.
All she wanted was to find a sunny corner and nap. Who could have guessed that one glance at a plate of osmanthus cakes at a state banquet would catch the attention of the most handsome man in the capital, Prince Chen?
“I want her.”
And just like that, she was taken to his manor.
Bai Chenfeng was decisive in court and ruthless on the battlefield, but with her, he acted like a madman.
She yawned, and he thought she was sick, summoning every imperial physician in the middle of the night.
She smiled at a guard, and the next day he was reassigned to guard the imperial tombs.
She merely said, “Your Highness, you don’t have to come by every day,” and he asked her with red-rimmed eyes if she had grown tired of him.
Lu Yuxuan was frightened.
She packed her things, crawled out through the manor’s dog hole, and never looked back.
She thought that someone as noble as him would forget her after a while.
Bai Chenfeng never forgot.
For three years, he took no principal wife and no concubines, while the memorials criticizing him piled up like a mountain.
He searched the entire Fengyang Kingdom, turning it upside down and leaving no stone unturned, all to find her.
When they met again, she was running a little tea shop in a Jiangnan town, dozing in the sun.
The powerful Prince Chen knelt in the street, clutching the hem of her skirt and burying his face against her lap.
“Yuxuan.”
His voice was hoarse, like a caged beast abandoned for three years.
“I won’t force you anymore or lock you up. I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
“Just… don’t run away again.”
Lu Yuxuan looked down at the dangerously obsessive man sprawled across her lap and felt a terrible headache coming on.
She was just a lazy couch potato, so how had someone come to see her as the medicine that could save his life?
It's not bad, it's a pure romance. The male protagonist seems to have been bewitched, but he falls in love with the female protagonist inexplicably. He can't love well, and his love is humble. It's a bit scary. The author may want to write romance in many places, but the narrative is inappropriate. It's a bit like the description of infinite horror themes. I feel that the author is more suitable for writing short stories. Or maybe the author has never been in love. This love story is too stiff and it's a bit strange to use this narrative method for a long story. The male protagonist's love comes too fast, like a tornado, and the female protagonist accepts it too quickly. It's like they've been programmed, but neither of them has any sense of being alive 🤦