A Handsome Young Gentleman

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Coming soon: Who Says a Forced Melon Can't Be Sweet?

Story blurb:

Princess Xu Chang'an of the Qingyun Kingdom had a rather miserable life in her previous one.

Her father was incompetent and foolish, ceding territory and paying reparations as he sent his daughter away to marry for an alliance. Her brilliant older brother died young, cut down by fate. And her childhood sweetheart, the only man she ever loved, died on the battlefield, hating her to the end.

The day her country fell, she died, burdened with endless regrets.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in her youth, on her bed of pearwood.

This time, Xu Chang'an didn't hesitate.

She stole her brother's prized horse, Night-Shining Jade Lion, rode through the night to her childhood sweetheart's residence, and climbed through his window.

Then, looking at him bundled in his quilt, frightened and timid as a newlywed bride, she said:

"I don't want to be sent away to marry for an alliance."

"Will you help me?"

The heroine has no golden finger. If that bothers you, don't click.

Coming-soon blurb:

After transmigrating into a book once again, Song Yuan hadn't even had time to pick up a money-making skill in this story before the mad prince in front of her slit her throat.

As her soul floated free, she looked at her own head, still attached to her body by a strip of skin, and couldn't help feeling regretful. She hadn't even gotten to enjoy making a fortune every day before she kicked the bucket.

But if this book didn't want her, there were plenty of other books that did.

So Song Yuan dusted herself off and prepared to leave as a ghost. Before she could fly out of the great hall, a bolt of golden light knocked her unconscious.

Ghost Song Yuan: I'm a ghost now! Why are you hitting ghosts too?!

When she woke up, she found herself transmigrated back into this novel, on the day the dog emperor ordered the original Song Yuan, Song Yuan, to marry the mad prince.

Remembering how the mad prince had sliced off her head with a single sword stroke last time, Song Yuan shivered from head to toe.

Could she still make money this time? Forget it. First, she needed to figure out how to survive.

When Shen Chujiu woke, silence surrounded him. The silence of death.

It made sense. Who would dare stay by the side of a madman who could even kill his own wife?

The imperial edict granting a marriage still lay on the table. He picked it up and burned it.

Looking at Song Yuan, who had married into the Eastern Palace as scheduled, he vowed that this time, he would never let her leave him that way.

If they wanted her dead, then he would make everyone in the world die.

They had driven him mad, robbed him of his reason, and turned him into a butcher. Now he would slaughter every last person in the world and show them.

After weeping her way into the Eastern Palace, Song Yuan focused on how to escape the mad prince.

Unfortunately, before she could come up with a sensible plan, the mad prince was accused of colluding with a foreign kingdom and plotting rebellion.

Great. The mad prince hadn't slit her throat this time, but now the dog emperor was going to do it.

Run.

That was the only thought in Song Yuan's mind.

How could she escape?

She, Song Yuan, had transmigrated into more than a dozen books. She could teach, heal the sick, dig canals, build bridges, make bricks and tiles, do business, lead armies, manufacture gunpowder, and handle both domestic and palace intrigue. She was skilled in every art imaginable.

Escaping alive should be a piece of cake, right?

What Song Yuan hadn't expected was that, on the night before she planned to flee, she knocked the mad prince unconscious with a vase and gave him amnesia.

Should she take him along or leave him behind?

Take him, since she was the one who had given him amnesia.

But what if he recovered his memories and slit her throat?

Shen Chujiu regained his memories on the third day after Song Yuan ran away with him.

Watching Song Yuan hand him a sugar figurine, he accepted it carefully, afraid that he might shatter this beautiful dream.

He was merely a dragon trapped in shallow waters. Since he'd been falsely accused of plotting rebellion, he might as well make the accusation true.

He was simply curious how this woman had managed to make so much money in just a few days.

Watching Song Yuan draw up a bridge blueprint, he thought back over the moments they'd shared this past year. Just how many hidden talents did his wife have that he didn't know about?

Song Yuan: I can do anything! I can even keep a whole harem of admirers.

Little scene:

Song Yuan, who aspired to keep a whole harem of admirers, met with one of her subordinates.

The village head gave Widow Wang a bag of rice at one end of the village. By the time the story reached the other end, the village head had kissed Widow Wang.

A young eunuch gave Shen Chujiu a vivid account of how the empress had been exchanging meaningful glances with the Minister of Works.

Shen Chujiu set down the memorial he'd been annotating and went to Song Yuan's bedchamber.

Seeing Shen Chujiu covered in snow, Song Yuan stepped forward to brush it from his shoulders, but the newcomer sealed her lips with a kiss.

Song Yuan, whose body felt ready to fall apart, held back Shen Chujiu as he looked eager for more. "What are you doing?"

"I hear the empress has been exchanging meaningful glances with the Minister of Works. If I don't teach you a lesson, Your Majesty, won't you be sure to keep your harem of admirers?"

Song Yuan died, brought down by her own big mouth.

Theme: Even in adversity, seize every opportunity and wait for the day you can rise from the ashes.