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[Proud, silly young lady × eccentric, scheming young marquis]
Changping Marquis's young lord, Chang Jizhi, had the looks of Pan An and a far-reaching reputation for his talent. He was an ideal husband, and the young ladies who hoped to catch his eye nearly wore down the threshold of the marquis's residence.
But Lin Shaozhen, who lived next door to him, couldn't stand this two-faced, sinister, scheming childhood nemesis.
Never mind how he used to catch caterpillars and prank her when they were children.
And never mind how, at yesterday's temple fair, his many admirers resulted in incense ash being scattered all over her face.
The point was, now some young lady was singing outside his house first thing in the morning to profess her love!
With nowhere to vent her morning grumpiness, Lin Shaozhen grabbed her fireworks crossbow and angrily climbed onto the wall.
In the neighboring courtyard, just across the wall, Chang Jizhi stood among the shadows of the bamboo, his back to her. He was instructing a servant: “Make the woman singing at the gate leave. Remember to do it in Lin Shaozhen's name.”
Oh, great. That scheming dog was dumping the blame on her again. Lin Shaozhen gritted her teeth, rolled up her sleeves, and aimed the fireworks crossbow at his back.
“Plop.”
The fireworks crossbow fell off the wall and landed in Chang Jizhi's courtyard.
There was no sign of the girl on the wall, only a tiny figure barely bigger than a palm, staring down in alarm at her inexplicably shrunken body.
Chang Jizhi heard the noise and turned around, his gaze falling on the red apricot blossoms extending over the wall.
Hidden among the apricot blossoms, Lin Shaozhen silently prayed, “You can't see me! You can't see me!”
Two long, strong fingers still reached through the blossoms and pinched her precisely around the waist, lifting her up. Lin Shaozhen was so frightened she hardly dared breathe. She stared with wide eyes, pressed her lips into a smile, and pretended to be an inanimate object.
Chang Jizhi held her in his palm and examined her closely.
After a while, he curled his lips into a faint smile. “This doll looks exactly like Lin Shaozhen. Hmm... she'd make a perfect little voodoo doll.”
Lin Shaozhen: “...”
I'm done for. I'm going to die.
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Chang Jizhi picked up a little doll and casually put it in the drawer of his bedside table. From then on, strange things began happening in his room.
First, crumbs of pastry would mysteriously appear on his pillow. Then, large puddles of spilled water kept appearing beside his cups.
And after that, every night around midnight, he would feel a pair of little feet trampling all over his face...
That night, he pretended to sleep on his bed. When the noise started up again, he calmly opened his eyes and found himself face-to-face with a tiny girl. She was biting through his hair and carrying it off to make a bed in the little cot in her drawer.
Lin Shaozhen tried to play dead again, but Chang Jizhi unexpectedly heard her thoughts: [Wow, why does this guy spend all day with his clothes in disarray? Who's he trying to seduce?]
Chang Jizhi raised an eyebrow.
[So huge. I'll touch it once he's asleep.]
Chang Jizhi: “...?”
#She covets my looks so much that she used witchcraft to shrink herself just to climb into my bed?
#What should I do about my childhood nemesis being so in love with me?
#Raising my tiny nemesis into a miracle fashion icon
Reader's Guide:
1. Both leads are each other's one and only. Happy ending. A cozy, sweet romance full of bickering and everyday moments.
2. The heroine is a spoiled, silly beauty with both the desire and the nerve to indulge her lust.
3. The hero really is scheming. His sinister reputation may just be Zhenzhen's slander, or perhaps not...
4. Later on, the hero will become like Zhishi, turning into the heroine's most devoted fan and personally making all kinds of beautiful little outfits for her.
5. Set in an alternate Song dynasty, with a mountain of original worldbuilding.
Theme: Never give up
