Reborn, the Princess Decides to Take the Throne

The next novel will be *After My Brooding Stepbrother Set His Sights on Me* *Witty, spirited little ray of sunshine vs. devoted, cold-faced general *Both reborn | Marriage before love | Secret crush turns mutual In her previous life, Wen Yuluan, princess of Great Yan, was a delicate flower. She couldn't lift a shoulder or fend off a blow, and all she did was wait to marry while losing herself in making incense. On her wedding night, however, her husband plotted treason. With a cup of poisoned wine, he cruelly crushed that flower and sent her straight to her death. When she woke again, she had returned to two years earlier. Just then, Lu Jinye had returned victorious from battle and was using his military achievements to ask the royal family for her hand. They had only been classmates for a few years in their youth, and he had spent the time since fighting abroad. After three years apart, he was as aloof as ever. In no way did he seem like a man marrying her out of love. She came to her senses. Power was a woman's best protection; men could all step aside. But she had neither power nor allies. How could she stand against rebels who had plotted for years and were formidable in strength? She decided to ascend the throne. The best revenge was to block every escape route for your enemy, then seize the very thing they wanted most. Later, she came to command merchant guilds, won over the Dong people, and founded schools for girls. She climbed all the way to the pinnacle of power and got her wish: she took her revenge with her own hands. Lu Jinye stayed by her side, never letting go of her hand. In her previous life, she had entrusted herself to the wrong man. This time, she had found the right answer. [Little Scene] Lu Jinye caught Wen Yuluan out late on the street yet again. His arm was firmly wrapped around her waist, and he said with an air of perfect propriety, “Your Highness, tonight I shall protect you.” Wen Yuluan's waist reflexively began to ache. She pressed her still-swollen lips together and asked, “Can I refuse?” Lu Jinye smiled faintly. “No.” *Reading tips: 1. Both leads are reborn; 1v1, both pure, happy ending. 2. Court intrigue for fun; fictional setting, no need to scrutinize the details. Blurb for the next novel: *Outwardly proper and courteous, inwardly a possessive mad dog of a marquis x a gentle, resilient, innocent orphan girl *Coercive pursuit | Soap opera drama | The powerful one bows his head | The chase to win her back Pei Lingyi, an orphan raised by her uncle's family, was lucky enough to be chosen by the Northern Defender Marquis's household and adopted as their goddaughter. She entered the estate to care for the old matriarch. Just as the marquis's eldest son, Xiao Zhuoan, inherited his title, she entered the household for the first time. Xiao Zhuoan sat in the seat of honor and gave her a brief glance. He was as radiant as the moon, gentle and courteous. At first sight, his faint smile soothed her unease. The person in charge of the marquis's household was so kind, Pei Lingyi thought. After caring for the old matriarch, perhaps she could ask for a good marriage while she had the chance. Then she would have something to look forward to for the rest of her life. She did everything she could to please him, simmering a pot of hot soup for Xiao Zhuoan when he came home late and carefully tending to his clothes. She called him “elder brother” at every turn, with such affection. Xiao Zhuoan was gracious and accepted it all, treating her with an intimacy as gentle as a spring rain. Just then, the newly appointed top scholar came to propose, saying he had fallen for her at first sight. They made a perfect match, both handsome and talented, and she blushed. But before their engagement could be finalized, Xiao Zhuoan accidentally took an aphrodisiac. With no one else around, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and enter his room. Afterward, she wanted to pretend nothing had happened. Xiao Zhuoan seduced her at every turn, telling her the drug's effects hadn't worn off and forcing her to continue, again and again. Unable to bear it any longer, she begged Xiao Zhuoan to arrange her engagement so she could leave the marquis's estate as soon as possible. Instead, he forced her onto a chair in the main hall, facing the entrance. The next moment, she saw her top scholar push the door open. With his back to the door, Xiao Zhuoan gently kissed the side of her ear and slowly broke into a chilling smile. “Tell him. Whose woman are you?” 1. 1v1, both pure, happy ending. 2. A touch of everyone-loves-the-heroine; every man is in love with her. 3. Shameless and illogical, not meant to stand up to scrutiny. Fictional setting, a clichéd, melodramatic tale of you-love-me, I-don't-love-you, she-runs, he-chases. Theme: Live in the present and cherish your time