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Before her father died, Shen Yaohua was the most pampered and willful princess in the land, Princess Zhaohua.
Arrogant and domineering, extravagant and indulgent, she even insisted on having a say in every matter of state.
Then the late emperor passed away, and the new emperor ascended the throne.
The phoenix who had once perched high above fell into the dirt overnight. Confined to her princess residence, she finally realized that her father’s “favor” had been little more than poisoned wine to numb her senses, and that even the gentlest, most charming prince consort had only been putting on an act, without a shred of genuine affection.
When she opened her eyes again, Shen Yaohua had been reborn, returned to the age of sixteen.
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Things went wrong from the start. The capital’s situation was tangled and dangerous: her father feigned benevolence, the crown prince was full of schemes, her prince consort smiled while hiding a dagger, and rumors swirled through the court.
After considering her options, there was only one person in the entire capital she could use: Xiao Ruhui, the young general who had grown up alongside her, though they had never gotten along and always traded insults whenever they met.
He was immensely wealthy, unruly, arrogant, and conceited, with a thoroughly detestable personality.
Short on money, Shen Yaohua decided to borrow his family’s fortune.
Since they hated each other, she might as well conceal her identity and use him for now. Once she had risen to power, she would settle the score with him once and for all.
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Later.
When the truth came out, the young man before her was breathing hard, his ears reddened with anger as he glared at Shen Yaohua through clenched teeth.
Cornered against the wall, Shen Yaohua tried, “Listen, let me explain…”
“What is there to explain?”
Xiao Ruhui held back his anger, speaking faster and faster.
“Do you think I’d only help you if there were something in it for me? If you needed my shops and money, why didn’t you just ask me? Do you really trust me so little?”
He took a deep breath and asked, “You don’t trust me, do you?”
…?
Shen Yaohua was so stunned she couldn’t speak.
She collected herself and asked,
“So what are you going to do?”
“Then I’m going to be your kept man.”
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[Childhood sweethearts | Young love | Enemies-to-lovers]
· Inspired by the Tang dynasty, with a very basic political intrigue plot.
· The heroine was not a virgin in her previous life, but is in this one. The hero is chaste in both lives, in body and heart.
· Not a strong-female-lead story, but a sweet, feel-good romance.
· Loosely inspired by history, with no attempt at historical accuracy.
Next book: How Is My Sister a Man?
Blurb:
[Delicate, graceful, sickly beauty of a younger sister × aloof, proud heir who disguises himself as her “older sister”]
Yan Chi didn’t like his younger sister, Shen Yun.
She was frail and spoiled, silver-tongued and seemingly gentle and obedient, yet possessed a scheming heart full of twists and turns.
They weren’t even related by blood, and their bond had begun with nothing more than his calling her “little sister” while disguised as a girl.
But she truly thought of him as her older sister, giving him her whole heart. Even when she was gravely ill and unconscious, his was the name she called.
“Older sister, older sister.”
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Only after Yan Chi abducted her from the wedding carriage did Shen Yun realize just how terribly mistaken she had been.
Only then did she understand why Yan Chi’s gaze had always been so deep whenever she called him “older sister.”
Older sister, older sister.
He wasn’t her older sister.
He was Yan Chi, heir to the Prince of Yan, who had spent seventeen years plotting revenge. He was a madman willing to gallop through the imperial boulevard and abduct the crown prince’s bride just to take her away.
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Shen Yun resolved to escape.
But halfway there, someone who coveted her ambushed her carriage. She fought desperately to get away, only to fall in the pitch-black mountains and nearly die, left barely clinging to life.
The farewell letters she had written countless times while sick finally came in handy. As Shen Yun closed her eyes and waited to die, she thought she heard the familiar sound of hoofbeats. Perhaps it was only a hallucination.
Urgent and swift, just like the day he had taken her away.
Shen Yun’s nose stung. She murmured, “Older sister…”
“I’m here.”
Strong arms lifted her, carrying her bridal-style. Shen Yun closed her eyes and thought in a haze between sleep and waking:
Perhaps staying wouldn’t be so bad.
If they couldn’t be sisters, why not try being something else?
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Theme: Creating a future together
