The Sweet, Soft-Spoken Legitimate Daughter

Blurb One: He was filthy from head to toe, sleeping beneath a plum tree, while the noble students threw stones at him. "Get out of here, you little beggar!"

She chased them away and handed him a cup of water, but just as he was about to take it, she tipped it over.

Her hair was tied into two little buns sticking up, and her delicate face looked even prettier framed by soft white rabbit fur. She smiled. "Little beggar, how does it feel to want a drink and not get one?"

So she'd done it on purpose! He was furious.

Feeling guilty, she handed him a piece of sweet cake. "Here, little beggar." But just as he reached for it, she tossed it to a dog instead.

She laughed mischievously.

That was until they both grew up.

He rode in on horseback and rescued her, bloodied from head to toe, from a pack of werewolves. He smiled wickedly at her. "The little beggar you mocked and looked down on all those years ago is back."

Blurb Two: She was the sheltered young lady who came walking through the snow, with a face as lovely as the moon. He was her older cousin, a decisive warrior who guarded the border and commanded a million troops.

Everyone said his temper was unpredictable and that he could win battles from a thousand miles away. There wasn't a soul in the court who didn't fear him. But she was the only one who wasn't afraid of him. And he was only afraid of her.

She picked a peach blossom and pretended to be happy. "This is for you, Older Cousin."

His eyes were unfathomably deep and wild. "I don't want peach blossoms. I only want you."

Even after all the peach blossoms had withered, he was still waiting where he stood for her to come back and scold him: "Little beggar, I hate you! I really, really hate you!"

Theme: Face reality and learn to be strong