You Imprisoned Me as a Concubine? I Fled on Our Wedding Night, and Now He’s Panicking

[Groveling after losing her + rivals fighting over her + powerful men humbled by love + both leads are each other's first and only]

Xue Yiyu was a woman of low status, born into a government brothel.

The Empress Dowager of the Eastern Palace rescued her and had her raised at Prince Chen's manor.

One day, someone drugged Prince Chen with an aphrodisiac, and he barged into her room looking for pleasure.

“Isn't this what you begged for? Why are you crying?”

“Why are you as stiff as a log? Even the maids in my manor know better how to please a man.”

“Did you never learn how to serve a man?”

Xue Yiyu didn't explain. She was a musician, not a prostitute.

Naturally, she had never learned such things.

He kept saying that, though it would be a hardship, he could take her as a concubine.

But Xue Yiyu had never wanted to be a concubine, a caged songbird who lived by pleasing men with her looks.

She tried to escape Prince Chen's manor again and again, only to be dragged back.

Each time, he claimed her with even greater force.

At last, one day, she escaped to Jiangnan and began a quiet, peaceful life.

Prince Chen, who should have been far away at the border, suddenly appeared before her.

“Xue Yiyu, come back with me.”

“I'll marry you as my wife.”