The Heir Is Such a Handful

A powerful man lowers his head | The groveling ex faces a long road to redemption

A tearful beauty x a gloomy, obsessive heir

Yun Qiyue was a courtesan. When her elder sister’s life hung in the balance, she panicked and went to the bed of Zhang Jie, heir to the Duke of Jin.

Zhang Jie, heir to the Duke of Jin, was powerful and influential, disciplined and proper, and praised by everyone as a perfect gentleman.

Unsurprisingly, Yun Qiyue was sent away from his bed.

She had no choice but to seek help elsewhere. Just when she had hit a dead end at every turn, Zhang Jie appeared again.

“I can save your sister,” he said, his phoenix eyes cool and his voice restrained. “Come to my room at the hour of the Pig tonight.”

From then on, she became his plaything in bed.

Only when the bed curtains fell did Yun Qiyue learn how much cruelty, violence, and even lust lay beneath Zhang Jie’s gentlemanly facade.

But Yun Qiyue was grateful to him and always did her best to please him, careful and attentive. Whenever and wherever he called, she was always there. Yet even after all her tenderness and devotion, Zhang Jie never once looked her in the eye.

Yun Qiyue comforted herself with the thought that Zhang Jie had saved her life, and would never hurt her.

Until her sister’s corpse lay brutally mutilated before her, and she learned that Zhang Jie was the one who had killed her.

Despairing of all hope, Yun Qiyue threw herself into the raging flames, clutching her sister’s body. When the fire died out, all that remained in the ashes was a white jade hairpin.

Two years later, Zhang Jie entered the cabinet as a chief minister, surrounded by boundless power and wealth, yet his spirit was dead and his phoenix eyes lifeless.

When the emperor arranged a marriage between him and a princess, he lowered his eyes and touched a white jade hairpin hidden beneath his wide sleeve.

“I have sworn to mourn my late wife for the rest of my life and never marry again.”

One day, he unexpectedly learned that the woman he dreamed of every night was still alive! He immediately dropped everything and went to find her.

At last, he found her in a small town. In that instant, the clouds parted, and a spring breeze stirred the willow branches.

He approached her carefully and called her name almost reverently, afraid that everything before him was just a bubble, a phantom that would burst at a touch.

The woman before him turned back in surprise. Her arm was linked with another man’s, and she wore a gentle, sweet smile. A toddler babbling behind them.

“My lord, you have the wrong person. I’m a married woman with a child.”

His reason collapsed, and jealousy flooded through him like a raging torrent, twisting his face beyond recognition.

So what if she was married? He could just kill that adulterous man.

So what if she had a child? He would raise it for her.

In a dim room, he forcibly held her captive in his arms. No matter how she kicked and struggled, he refused to let go. The dark, vicious look in his eyes was just as it had been years ago, but his voice was hoarse and almost pleading.

“Qiyue, please… be my wife.”

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[Please Note]

1. This is a fictionalized version of the Ming dynasty. Please don’t scrutinize the historical details too closely.

2. Happy ending, both leads are each other’s one and only.

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