Reborn as the Gentle Princess Wenliang

Next up: Beloved at the Imperial Palace (I've settled on this title!) My sweethearts, please show it some support, mwah~ Looking back on Gu Wenliang's life, she ruined a hand of good cards, gave her heart to the wrong person, and met her end in the prime of her youth. Who would have thought that when she opened her eyes again, she would be back three years in the past? This time, she smiled and accepted the imperial edict arranging her marriage. The faithless man from her previous life came to her estate and begged her to change her mind. She gazed at him coldly without saying a word. The next day, she heard that a vicious dog had bitten off both his legs. At the same time, the unpredictable Prince Yu hauled her in for questioning. His words were thick with jealousy: "Since you've accepted the imperial edict arranging your marriage, you should stay home and prepare for the wedding. You mustn't entertain any other men." Gu Wenliang smiled. "Of course." Prince Yu gritted his teeth, his anger simmering. "Then why did you meet your cousin yesterday?" With bright eyes and a radiant smile, Gu Wenliang recalled how in her previous life his armor had been stained with blood, and how the mighty man had wept uncontrollably at her grave. Her heart melted like water. The man grew even more agitated. "I'm asking you a question!" Gu Wenliang frowned. "Come here." "Come over and let me hug you." The battle-hardened God of War turned red in the face. After a moment's deliberation, he pulled the woman he had long yearned for into his arms, still grumbling fiercely: "Don't think I want you to hug me. If you keep thinking about him, I'll twist his head off and feed it to the dogs." All the while, he clung to her, whining, and refused to let go. Coming up next: How Can I Resist Your Poetic Eyes? Blurb: Tang Zhuozhuo, the legitimate eldest daughter of the Tang family in the capital, married into the Eastern Palace in grand style, only to spend the rest of her life in the cold palace's broken-walled courtyard. To her dying day, she never forgot the young general she had held dear. But only after her death did she learn that the aloof emperor, whom she had thought could barely stand her, watched the candlelight in her room from atop the cold palace walls every night. And the young general she had loved with all her heart had already married his own unattainable first love. Who could have guessed that when she opened her eyes again, she would be back on the day she first entered the cold palace, having just thrown a haughty look at the decisive and ruthless Emperor Chongjian? The man's face turned ashen with rage. Tang Zhuozhuo trembled. This is it. I'm doomed! Theme: