Plotting with My Wife

[Sharp, perceptive, resilient strategist X powerful aristocrat who bows to love]

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Blurb:

Su Zheyun transmigrates and, through a twist of fate, becomes an adviser to Prince Duan, Jiang Weixu.

She proceeds cautiously, devising plans for him. The gold and silver she earns in rewards fill his treasury, and his career soars.

Only Jiang Weixu's gaze grows more and more peculiar. When they're alone in the study, his thumb-ringed hand slowly strokes her face, sending shivers through her body.

She is horrified. She's disguised as a man! Has her straight-laced boss fallen for her?

She makes up her mind at once: a job with little work and plenty of money is nice, but only if you live long enough to enjoy it. She bundles up her valuables and flees in the middle of the night.

At the Huai River ferry crossing, under a dark, windy sky, she has just stepped onto the boat when the sky suddenly blazes with firelight and soldiers surround her on all sides. The evening breeze has yet to rise. Everything is silent.

Though it's late autumn, her back is drenched in sweat.

A hundred ghosts block her way, and a vengeful spirit clings to her.

Behind her, the man speaks leisurely. "Zheyun, where do you think you're going?"

Prince Duan, Jiang Weixu, rarely passed through Fang County. When he did, the magistrate eagerly curries favor and introduces him to a newly hired adviser.

He assumes there can be no hidden gems in such a poor, remote place and is about to refuse. The next moment, the adviser lifts the curtain and walks in, with bright eyes, perfect teeth, and a lustrous, jade-like beauty that leaves him unable to look away.

He has power over the entire court and has seen every beauty in the world, yet he falls for her.

He probes her, then bares his heart, only to receive her false courtesy in return. On a night of torrential rain, she slips away without a trace of regret.

When he captures her, he loses control and pins her against the icy wall. In the process, he accidentally discovers that she has been hiding her womanhood for years.

From then on, she becomes a caged bird in his grasp.

He believes he's given her the utmost affection, yet she remains obedient on the surface and secretly prepares an escape route, joining forces with outsiders to get away again.

He grits his teeth in rage, lays a vast, inescapable net, and finally finds her again months later.

Inside the bedchamber, silver bell shackles patterned with twining lotuses lock around her ankles. He whispers in her ear, coiling around her like a snake, binding her tight.

"You'll never escape me, Su Zheyun."

Later, when they embrace, she clutches the brocade quilt beneath her. The delicate chime of the bells mingles with soft gasps, becoming the springtime scene beneath him.

First 50 chapters' blurb above, second 50 chapters' blurb below

Afterword:

Su Zheyun: Who says I can't escape? Already ran away :)

Content warnings:

1. The male lead has always been straight, so he has a crisis when he realizes he's fallen for the heroine, who is disguised as a man!

2. They will have only one daughter.

3. No harem. He goes to work as an official.

4. They're an adversarial couple.

5. Both leads are virgins.

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Two brothers, one woman | plain, honest heroine

Blurb:

Que Yun is lowborn. By chance, she saves a man who is close to death.

The man claims to be the fourth son of the Xie family and promises to repay her kindness by marrying her.

As though possessed, Que Yun manages to marry into a powerful family.

Xie Yinghuai is upright and proper, an impeccable husband, and their life together is sweet as honey.

But two months after their wedding, Xie Yinghuai dies unexpectedly. His mother kneels before her and pleads, "Choose someone to father an heir. We can tell everyone the child is a posthumous one. At least that will preserve this branch of the family."

Thinking of the Xie family's kindness to her, she agrees.

After much consideration, she chooses Xie Lingyu, who is still unmarried.

He's lucid and composed, holds great power, and is her husband's cousin. Surely he'll be willing to help.

But once she gets to know him, she discovers that he's cold and indifferent, and despises her. He rebuffs every attempt she makes to win him over.

She swallows her pride and approaches him again and again, humbling herself to please him. But just as she manages to get pregnant, her dead husband comes back.

Her face lights up with joy. When she turns, she sees Xie Lingyu staring at her with a dark expression.

The third son of the Xie family, Xie Lingyu, returns to the capital in glory. At a banquet, his family arranges for him to meet eligible young women.

Beneath the white snow and red plum blossoms, a woman stands with graceful poise, red lips and bright teeth, her beauty natural and refined. His heart pounds, and for a moment, he forgets to breathe.

But the very night he sends someone to inquire about her, he catches her entwined with his cousin. He then realizes the woman is Que Yun, who married above her station and whom he despises: his younger cousin's wife.

Later, when his cousin dies, he takes control of the Xie family.

At the height of his success, the elders bring Que Yun before him, her eyes downcast, and say she has chosen him to father an heir for his cousin.

Xie Lingyu looks at her lovely face and scoffs, malice surging in his eyes. "Fine."

All his painstaking plans had paid off. He had killed her husband with his own hands.

Xie Yinghuai survives an ambush by the skin of his teeth and lies low in the capital. There, he sees Xie Lingyu going out with his new bride, Que Yun.

He hears that after his death, the Xie family forced her to choose a man to continue both branches of the family. So today, the two of them have come to the temple to pray for a child.

Through the hazy rain, he watches them kiss tenderly beneath the covered walkway. The possessiveness buried deep within him ignites completely.

On a cold winter night after he returns home, he kisses her forcefully, the metallic tang of blood spreading between their lips. "A Yun, you're mine."

The woman in his arms lowers her lashes. At the sound of the cold voice behind her, her shoulders begin to tremble uncontrollably.

Xie Lingyu's gaze shifts from his darkened expression to her slender back. He sneers, "Why don't you ask her whose child she's carrying?"

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