Clear-Headed Beauty x Green Tea Crown Prince | Older-Sister-and-Puppy Romance
Cui Lilan was born into a distinguished family. She once believed that starving herself for love and pouring her entire dowry into the marriage would earn her a happy union. But after three years alone in an empty room, she fell into a river, and suddenly, lines of "bullet comments" appeared before her eyes.
[Cui Lilan, the original wife, is such a tragic sucker.]
[Right? Her husband and his mistress are about to rise to great heights, while she's still foolishly serving tea to her evil mother-in-law!]
[I'm dying. The mistress is on her way to deliver poisoned wine.]
[Does anyone remember the Crown Prince floating in the river? Hahahaha!]
Cui Lilan stared blankly for a moment, then abruptly knocked over the tea in front of her.
She'd had enough.
She beat her husband to the riverbank, and there really was a handsome young man who'd met with disaster there. He was refined and striking, with extraordinary features. But after nearly drowning, he lost his memory, and from then on, he clung to her.
Cui Lilan looked at the young man who insisted he'd lost his memory, then glanced at the bullet comments drifting through the air:
[His Highness the Crown Prince is such a good actor, hahaha!]
[Oh no, I think this guy's actually falling for her!]
[That little drowning puppy has never met such a gentle, beautiful big sister.]
So be it.
If her scumbag husband could keep a mistress, why couldn't she?
From this day forward, she would no longer be the old Madam Lu Cui.
She would make everyone who'd hurt her pay.
After lying low and patiently gathering evidence, she finally nailed the scumbag and his shameless lover to the pillar of shame. She divorced him with a letter of repudiation, causing a sensation throughout the capital.
Her former husband finally came to his senses and knelt in the snow, begging her to take him back.
"I never meant to deceive you into marriage. I was forced into it."
She was about to check the bullet comments, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see them.
Wait, had the bullet comments disappeared?
*
Everyone knew that Crown Prince Pei Ji'an was ruthless and sinister, with a merciless hand. He should have been ruling from the imperial court, but an assassination attempt left him stranded. To uncover the mastermind behind it, he pretended to have lost his memory and lay low beside the woman who had saved him.
At first, he thought this marquise's wife was no different from any other woman in the world.
She knew only how to serve her husband and raise children, and to abide by a woman's duties.
But the better Cui Lilan treated him, the more dissatisfied he became.
A woman this wonderful... Why couldn't she be his wife?
[Reader's Guide]
1. One-on-one romance, both leads' first intimate relationship, happy ending.
2. Gentle on the outside, strong within, a marquise's wife bound to a bullet-comment System who refuses to accept her fate VS a Crown Prince posing as an amnesiac, a real green tea who wins himself over, and a mistress. Older-sister-and-puppy romance.
3. The native-born female lead awakens to the fact that she is a character in a script. By chance, she gains a bullet-comment System and is exposed to modern ideas of independence and progress. No transmigration setting!
This book was completed on March 8.
---Next up for preorder: "You Told Me to Marry Her as a Pretend Husband, So How Did We End Up in Bed for Real?" Blurb below---
[Fake Male Lead Rises to the Top | Real Male Substitute Romance | Cousins Share a Wife | A Lord Gives His Wife to His Subject]
Min Jiaoyue had the looks of a goddess, but was fated to be treated as lowly as a bird or fish.
Lately, she had been puzzled. They'd been married for three months, and her husband treated her wonderfully, except for one thing: he slept alone in his study every night.
If she kept spending every night alone like this, how could she ever get a baby in her belly?
She dug out the erotic paintings her mother had tucked away at the bottom of her trunk.
That night, she worked up her courage, simmered a bowl of deer marrow soup, and carried it to his study.
Lu Zhan had a face as beautiful as jade, though his manner was cool and distant. He raised his eyes to look at her.
Standing in the lamplight, she called sweetly, "Husband, drink it while it's hot."
At the third watch of the night, she draped herself in a light gauze robe and slipped into his bed with her eyes closed.
Her cool, fragrant skin pressed against his heated back.
This time, he didn't push her away.
**
By moonlight, Lu Zhan caressed his little wife's satisfied sleeping face, while the Crown Prince's instructions flashed through his mind.
"Cousin, I met a courtesan and fell for her, but her origins are humble. I don't want anyone else to know."
The two cousins looked alike. The subject was steadfast as a solitary pine, while the ruler shone like the morning sun.
"Since you look like me, why not marry her in my place first?"
"As you command."
On his wedding night, Lu Zhan knelt outside the brocade screen, holding a cloth and comb, and listened to her muffled sobs of pleasure through the silk veil over her eyes.
The Crown Prince emerged in his robe, his richly brocaded clothes soaked with sweat. He patted Lu Zhan on the shoulder. "I'm going west to oversee the campaign. Take good care of her for me."
"One thing: don't touch her."
Lu Zhan lowered his head and agreed.
Once inside the curtains, he used a plain handkerchief to wipe the traces from her delicate body, his knuckles clenched until they turned white.
Back then, she was as beautiful as a peony, but untouchable.
Now he thought: I don't touch her, she touches me. You can't blame me for that.
At worst, when the baby's a month old, I'll invite you to a drink, too.
After all, you personally delivered the woman you love into my bed.
**
The Crown Prince returned from his western campaign on a spring day.
In the rear courtyard of the Lu residence, he spotted Madam Min sitting beneath the covered walkway in the distance.
She held a tiny garment in her hands, sewing on a button.
Her belly was just beginning to swell.
When she saw him, she smiled gently. "Husband, you're back?"
[Reader's Guide]
1. All male leads are virgins; a wall-stealing romance, mistaking a thief for one's husband.
2. Male-substitute romance | A lord gives his wife to his subject | A fake male lead rises to the top | Cousins share a wife.
3. The female lead is face-blind, and the two cousins look alike.
Theme: Awakening to oneself
I've finished watching it, the heroine is awesome! The ending is straight up! I'm looking forward to the next book. I must keep writing it and I will follow it forever.
Use your pen to write about her soul, and use her path to illuminate the path of thousands of women - Thoughts after reading "The barrage is in hand, and the green tea will stop" After reading this heartfelt digression in the author's essay, my chest was filled with shock and emotion that had not subsided for a long time. In my opinion, this is no longer an ordinary ancient proverb counterattack. This novel does not fall into the cliché of fighting for favor at home, marrying a good man, and caring for the mother. Instead, it uses Cui Lilan's life as a boat and female awakening as a sail, carrying the author's burning original intention and empathy, and sails to the vastest and most dazzling spiritual shore. The idea of "self-awakening", from the refreshing slogan at the beginning, eventually settled into a declaration of the times to break the shackles and self-salvation. The tears that resonated with the souls of the author and the characters gave this story the power to penetrate the page and reach people's hearts. The author said that he had never thought of such an ending when he started writing. It was the character's will that broke away from the shackles she set at the beginning, and the story took on a life of its own. This "loss of control" is precisely the most touching sincerity in creation. We have seen too many reincarnated or time-traveled or local ancient proverb heroines who have been in love all their lives. The end of their counterattack is to cling to a more powerful man. The definition of happiness is to be loved, protected and honored. It seems that they have broken away from the old dilemma, but in fact they are still trapped in the cage of "women's value is defined by men". The difference between Cui Lilan is that she is never a dodder waiting to be rescued. For her, the barrage is never a cheat to compete for favor, but a window to a new world. This window allowed her to see the independence and sobriety of women thousands of years later. She saw that in addition to the phoenix crowns and palaces and the deep palace backyards, there was a broader world to explore and greater value to be created. The most precious gift the author gave Cui Lilan is the courage to refuse to be defined. She personally pushed away the position of queen that was within her reach, took off the shackles of being "someone's wife", and calmly became the independent "Mr. Cui". She was even praised as "Cui Zi" by the crown prince. This is not a denial of love, nor a disappointment to Pei Ji'an, but the clearest understanding of oneself. Pei Ji'an's love is the most advanced emotional writing in this work. This kind of love is not bound by possessiveness or imprisoned by imperial power, but "I understand your ambition, so I protect you; I love your soul, so I let you fly freely." Their relationship transcends the trivialities and attachments of secular marriage and becomes a soul resonance of "side by side at the top, looking at each other across the rivers and lakes". This fulfillment is far longer and more touching than a marriage certificate or a phoenix robe. This is what love should be like: not being someone's appendage, but two independent souls, illuminating each other and achieving each other. And the sublimation of the barrage setting is a stroke of genius from the author's intention. From the initial spoiler tool to the final inheritance of knowledge and the ignition of civilization, the meaning of barrage has completed its transformation from "self-interest" to "altruism". It no longer just clears the way for Cui Lilan and slaps green tea in the face, but turns into a light that illuminates thousands of ancient women, allowing those women who, like Cui Lilan, are trapped under the shackles of boudoir etiquette and patriarchy, to see another possibility in life - they don't have to rely on marriage, depend on men, and don't have to be trapped in a square wall for their whole life. They can study, build a career, control their own lives, and become their own "Mr. Cui." This elevates the entire story from personal love, hatred, revenge, and counterattack to the awakening and redemption of the female community. It changes from a refreshing article to a spiritual epic written for all women. It can be said that I had tears in my eyes at the end of the article. It is precisely because of this touching emotion that the author and the character have reached a two-way journey, and it is also a perfect fit between ideals and words. Cui Lilan grew up as a weak woman in a famous boudoir, experienced betrayal, struggle, and growth, and finally broke out of her cocoon and became a butterfly. Her path has never been to "marry a better man", but to become a better self; her counterattack has never been to cling to the rich and change her life, but to take back the control of life. The author said, "I am no longer writing about her, but becoming her." It is this immersive empathy that makes Cui Lilan's image no longer just words on paper, but a living life with flesh and blood, bones and soul. She is actually not perfect, but this setting makes her choice a spiritual benchmark for all women who long to awaken. The story of "Barrage in Hand, Green Tea Stop" begins with the pain of disillusionment in love, passes through the pleasure of revenge and a slap in the face, and finally ends with the realization of ideals and the inheritance of civilization. She broke the inherent conventions of ancient Chinese literature and tore off the labels attached to women such as "dependant", "victim" and "contender". She was not perfect, but she also tried her best to tell every reader: women's success never needs to be proved by phoenix crowns and harems; women's value never needs to be defined by men; women's destination is never a deep palace and high walls, but the freedom and vastness of where the heart and body go. This is enough. Cui Lilan's story has come to an end, but the spirit of "Mr. Cui" will always be alive on paper. The author used paper as a score to play a song of awakening for women to grow up and refuse to be defined; used the pen as a torch to illuminate the path of self-searching and self-realization; and used the heart as ink to write the voice of the times that transcends love and the times. And I was lucky enough to read this story, understand Cui Lilan's choice, and understand the author's original intention of creation. Perhaps, this is also the reason why I want to write something. In my opinion, this novel is not only the story of the author and Cui Lilan, but also the most tender and firm hymn to every woman who is unwilling to be defined and desires to live her own life. May you and I resonate with this spirit and walk with this power. A bright future, vigorous and prosperous, blossoming all the way. [Rose]
The update ends here, successfully. From house fights to girls' schools, She broke the situation with barrages and established herself with sincerity. Love and hate are clear, sober and independent. This counterattack and growth along the way is worthy of everyone's love.
Ahhhhh, I am so touched by this. The heroine has had a hard time walking this journey. A woman does not have to marry. A woman's life must be defined by herself. Please write it well in big letters 🙏 It is very meaningful to end it on Women's Day, March 8th [Spread Flowers] [Spread Flowers] I love love.
Wow, what a sober heroine.
What a great ending! Very well written!
Wow wow wow! Congratulations on joining V!!! 🌈🌈🌈
I'm here, congratulations to my wife on getting v[cat head]
[Afraid] Poor people must be hateful, hateful people must be pitiful
It's not impossible to have two 😏😏😏