That year, Princess Yu Wanxin of Chang'an was married off to Su Er, prince of the Western Regions' Golden Hoof tribe, to strengthen ties between the two nations.
But the people of the Western Regions looked down on Han blood, and Su Er was frail and often ill, with a cold disposition. Everyone said that once Su Er died, she would become a widow anyone could bully.
Su Er never commented on this. Even on their wedding night, he slept fully clothed and did not spare Yu Wanxin a single glance, as if marrying her were merely a final act of filial duty before his death.
The red candles wept wax, and Yu Wanxin spent the whole night restless. Tears dampened her jade pillow. This marriage alliance was for her country and its people, not for herself.
Yet, in the midst of this sorrow, she unexpectedly began to feel a faint affection for him.
Su Er was frail but beautiful, like a jade statue enshrined upon a bed, silent and aloof.
She often watched her husband take his medicine by lamplight. Forbidden to approach, she could only steal glances from afar, and at night she would dream of his striking face.
But day after day, she remained lonely. Yu Wanxin read every book in the pavilion, yet never once shared a bed with her husband. Alone before her mirror, she found her eyes reddening.
She had such a voluptuous figure, and was in the prime of her youth... yet she could not stir the slightest desire in her husband.
Then, one day, since the people of the Western Regions often had to ride horses, Yu Wanxin began learning to wield a long whip in accordance with her clan's customs.
The wind was especially strong that day. As she practiced a whip-cracking motion, she lost control for a moment, and the tip of the whip suddenly struck Su Er on the side of the face.
Yu Wanxin flinched in shock, only to see a flush rise over her husband's cool, handsome face, spreading from his ears down to his neck.
Su Er stared breathlessly at the black riding whip in his wife's hand, his gaze filled with a shameful, secret yearning.
Ah. Instinctively, in surprise and with her heart racing, Yu Wanxin slowly pressed the tip of the whip to her husband's lips.
She had never imagined that this cold man did not long for soft-spoken tenderness, but for a slap.
“My lady...” Su Er's voice trembled softly. “Please... please do it again.”
So that was it. Her husband had this sort of hidden fetish. She gently put away the whip, then slowly left beneath his fervent, yearning gaze.
Yu Wanxin would not give in to Su Er so easily. She wanted him to wait, too, to suffer day and night under the torment of desire just as she had.
Until he reached the brink of breaking, and she could personally give him the exquisite pain of overwhelming pleasure.
1. A beauty who loves handsome faces but is slow to catch on, the powerful princess x a cold-on-the-outside, passionate-on-the-inside, sickly and beautiful husband
2. The setting and worldbuilding are entirely fictional. Please don't overthink them.
3. Pure BG romance, both leads are physically and emotionally devoted only to each other. The male lead's masochism is an illness of the mind, and he will be treated with the female lead's “help.”
Theme: Women's independence and self-reliance, and boldly creating a life of freedom
