The Highborn Young Master's Secret Lover

Pre-collection historical novel: Hate the Morning Sun. A straightforward, silly ray of sunshine x a gloomy, sickly, jealous husband (blurb below) Blurb for this novel Zan'er was bought by the young lady to take her place as the master's concubine. The young lady had someone else in her heart and refused to serve him, so she pushed Zan'er forward. Later, the young lady changed her mind and wanted to marry her off. That day, the master was reviewing documents. Without even looking up, he gave a faint reply. Zan'er had signed away her freedom for life. She had been careful and cautious since childhood, and didn't dare utter a single complaint. She thought, living with a farming family would be fine. If she could leave her slave status behind and serve just one person for the rest of her life, that would be better than being a servant. On her wedding night, the courtyard gate was suddenly thrown open. The master of the Zhou household burst in. - Zhou Zicheng had been domineering and arrogant since childhood, looking down on everyone. He knew his wife had no feelings for him, but it had never bothered him for a moment. It was only a political marriage, and not as important as his dull official duties. The only one who interested him was the little concubine who had come with her mistress as part of her dowry. She was quiet and gentle, like a silly rabbit that didn't know to hide from the rain. Even soaked through, all she did was blink blankly. She was rather amusing. That day, he had to leave the residence in a hurry on a business trip. His wife came to the gate with that thin little figure and said something. His mind was in turmoil, and he hadn't listened closely. When he returned after finishing his official business, the courtyard was deserted, and she was gone. He chased after her on horseback without a second thought, kicked open the bridal chamber door, and pulled the petite figure into his arms amid the red decorations filling the room. His heart ached. "Did that woman force you into this? I'll set things right for you." For the first time, the obedient little concubine pushed him away. Stumbling over her words, she said, "M-Master Zhou... This servant, this common woman, is no longer a slave... You can't abduct a free woman... That's not, not legal..." "Good. Very good." Zhou Zicheng stared in disbelief, gritted his teeth, bent down, and pinched her chin. His thumb pressed against her lips painted red with rouge as he curled his mouth into a smile. "You're talking law to me? In this land, I, Zhou Zicheng, am the law." One-on-one, scheming Forcibly taking her The male lead is very, very domineering The male lead is especially sharp-tongued, couldn't fit it all in the tags - [Blurb for pre-collection novel Hate the Morning Sun] I hate the morning sun, and the warmth of its light, for it shines on everyone but me. Straightforward, silly ray of sunshine x gloomy, sickly, jealous husband Zhao Xique likes Fu Qingxue. Though he always goes out of his way to avoid her, she thinks he must like her too. He's just shy and embarrassed to admit it. But that's all right. The girls from her grasslands are bold and spirited, so she can be the one to make the first move. So, Fu Qingxue reads, and she grinds his ink; Fu Qingxue goes out, and she pushes his wheelchair; Fu Qingxue meets a prospective match, and she turns it down for him. Later, she learns that the whole capital knows Fu Qingxue doesn't like her. She's the only one who doesn't. - Fu Qingxue was brilliant, but had been sickly since childhood and often could only get around in a wheelchair. The more he hated his broken body, the more he hated lively, radiant people. He hated Zhao Xique from the first moment he saw her. What he hated most was how warmly she treated everyone. He reads, and Zhao Xique insists on grinding his ink, ruining the carefully crafted painting he was working on. Then she turns around and chats and laughs with someone else. He goes out, and Zhao Xique insists on pushing his wheelchair, shoving him and the chair into a ditch. Then she turns around and chats and laughs with someone else. He has no desire to meet a prospective match, but Zhao Xique suddenly jumps in again. At the end of his patience, he rejects and humiliates her in front of everyone. That day, Zhao Xique, usually so lively and radiant, froze for the first time. With tears in her eyes, she asked him again and again, "Do you really not like me?" He was overjoyed inside, wishing he could tear apart this shallow, false affection at once. Slowly, he said, "Never. Not for a single moment, not for even a fraction of a moment. From beginning to end, the only woman I've ever liked is Miss Song." - Zhao Xique wasn't as heartbroken as he imagined. On the day they parted, she just gave an awkward smile. "I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble. I thought you liked me too, but I was mistaken. I hope you and Miss Song have a child soon and grow old together." Then that little magpie flew away, never to return. - No one knows how Fu Qingxue managed to travel alone from the capital all the way to the grasslands. In tattered clothes and a disheveled state, he stood hunched over in front of the girl he'd thought about day and night, wanting to beg for her forgiveness. She gave him the same awkward smile. "I'm sorry, but I've already fallen for someone else. You've come such a long way. I'll have him take you home, or your family will worry." One-on-one Theme: I eat roots and wear grass, my heart like the moon; a lifetime without desire, boundless and free