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A vain beauty × a mad Crown Prince
More than anything, Wen Siyan fears ending up like her mother.
Her mother became a concubine for love and spent half her life trapped in the back quarters.
Wen Siyan wants no love, only power. She’ll become the most honored woman in the world, someone no one would dare look down on again.
The Crown Prince, Xiahou Ji, is the man she has chosen.
When they first meet, she deliberately arranges a “chance encounter.” Dressed in simple clothes, she looks pure and graceful, with just the right hint of shy hesitation in her eyes. Xiahou Ji takes the bait and smiles as he asks her name.
During that time, she is gentle and considerate, always knowing when to advance and when to retreat. He teaches her to ride and shoot; she keeps him company by lamplight. He thinks she loves him for who he is, never realizing that what she loves is the position of Crown Prince’s consort that comes with him.
Everything should have gone just as she wished.
But fate is unpredictable. The Crown Prince is falsely accused of plotting a rebellion, and overnight Xiahou Ji goes from the heir’s son to a prisoner. An imperial decree arrives: strip him of his position as Crown Prince’s heir, demote him to commoner, and exile him to Lingnan.
Wen Siyan packs her belongings overnight and turns to the heir of another Duke’s household.
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On the day the Crown Prince’s heir leaves the capital, Wen Siyan is intercepted.
The carriage curtain is lifted. Xiahou Ji is dressed in prison garb and covered in dust, but his eyes shine with a terrifying light. He yanks her out of the carriage, ignores her struggles and screams, and shoves her into the prisoner’s wagon heading south.
“Xiahou Ji, are you crazy? You’re not the Crown Prince’s heir anymore. Where are you taking me?”
“Where am I taking you?” He pinches her chin and speaks one word at a time. “Wherever I go, you go.”
The road into exile stretches on for a thousand miles.
She tries to escape, but he catches her in the wilderness. She tries to starve herself, but he pinches her nose and forces rice broth down her throat, sneering, “Want to die? Wait until I’m dead, then you can die.”
In the prisoner’s wagon, she lies helplessly in his arms, grinding her teeth with hatred. “Xiahou Ji, you’re shameless.”
He lowers his head, his lips brushing her ear. His voice is hoarse. “Yinniang, you’re the shameless one. Don’t think you can stir my heart and then marry someone else as if nothing happened.”
“The debt of love you owe me in this life can only be repaid with yourself.”
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Originally titled Snow on Fragrant Cheeks. The title will be changed back after the story is complete.
[Reader’s guide]
Both leads are each other’s only partner, 1v1, happy ending. The heroine is vain, the hero is twisted, with a touch of coercive possession. Set in a fictional world with extensive original worldbuilding. The hero will eventually ascend the throne, and the heroine will become his empress.
Traitor (Please add this upcoming story to your collection!)
Lan Fu died in the winter of the second year of her political marriage.
Her husband had once been held hostage in Lizhao. After returning home and ascending the throne, he filled the palace with consorts to secure his rule. Her position as empress was in name only, like a gilded, empty coffin.
Then a letter from her brother arrived from far away, with just one line: “A traitor from Lizhao has invaded Yanguo.”
The officials of Yanguo panicked.
They didn’t dare blame their emperor, who had once been a hostage, so they poured all their resentment onto Lan Fu. They called her a calamity sent by Lizhao and blamed her for bringing war.
So they burned her alive.
In the flames, she heard them cheering. She also saw the man the whole world called a “traitor” break through the crowd and rush to her, lifting her crumbling body into his arms.
His hands were shaking. So was his voice.
It turned out that the last person in the world to shed a tear for her was someone she had never even met.
…
But fate played a cruel joke.
When she opened her eyes, she was back in the winter when she had set out for her political marriage. The convoy had not yet reached Yanguo. Snow and wind battered them, and everything was still ahead of her.
She lifted the carriage curtain
The man standing in the road, weary from a long journey, was the very “traitor” who had died in the sea of flames for her in her previous life.
In black armor, he sat astride his horse amid the vast wilderness, staring coldly at her.
In her previous life, he had held her corpse.
In this life, he had stopped her bridal carriage.
“Princess,” he said, riding toward her, his voice colder than the wind and snow. “The road ahead leads to death. Are you still going?”
1v1. After being reborn, both leads are inexperienced. The hero’s perspective features coercive possession, while the heroine’s is a romance after marriage. The hero conquers the world for her.
Theme: Reject divided affections
