The Princess Consort Is Hard to Marry

P.S. The romance is sweet, and both leads are reborn. There is a Ninth Miss in the capital, with a high nose and deep-set eyes, a slender waist, a supple figure, skin like jade, and eyes brimming with autumnal charm. Everyone who has seen her says she is more beautiful than a celestial maiden. There is a Ninth Miss in the capital whose mother is the Great Qin Princess Royal and whose uncle is the current Emperor Zhishun. These two most powerful people in the land wish they could hold her protectively in their arms every day. But this Ninth Miss never married, not even before she died! Lu Qiongjiu feels so wronged. There’s nothing wrong with my looks, and my family background wouldn’t burden a husband’s family. So why won’t anyone marry me??? Before Ninth Miss died, she once held a man in her arms. That man had been stabbed several times, and blood covered the ground. He knelt before her, shielding her from all the bloody storms outside. She heard him say, “I’m begging you, hold me, please.” In that moment, Ninth Miss understood. It wasn’t that no one loved her. It was that this man loved her too deeply. Now that we have another life, Huai Shaoyi, how about I say aloud the love you never dared to confess? Huai Shaoyi looked at the little woman who kept burrowing into his arms and rubbed his forehead helplessly. “Jiujiu, what exactly are you plotting?” “I'm thinking about you. Can't you tell?” Please bookmark my new story, The Prince Made a Rebellion for Me (Reborn)! Yun Wuchu thinks falling for Xu Xuye is such a difficult thing. In her previous life, he died, and she suffered. In this life, he’s alive, and she’s still suffering. She is the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister’s household and was Empress in her previous life. She set aside her pride, with her heart and eyes full of him, yet he could keep a straight face while telling her she was plain and no match for the dazzling peonies, then turn around and head to the brothel. She waited for him through two lifetimes, so she wasn’t about to give up easily. She tricked the Empress Dowager into granting her the title of Princess Consort of Prince Yongqin. First claim his home, then his heart. She had everything planned out step by step. But somewhere along the way, her clear plans became muddled. Didn’t he dislike her? Then why, drunk in the middle of the night, did he insist on taking her hand to show her a whole box of pear-blossom hairpins, muttering, “I prepared your birthday present every year”? She counted them. There were eleven. She toyed with his long eyelashes. “So you knew me eleven years ago?” He only drew her into his arms, his thin lips lingering as his warm breath brushed her ear. The morning after his drunken night, Yun Wuchu asked again. The peach-faced prince rolled his alluring eyes and stubbornly denied it. “Drunken nonsense. You actually believed me? I just like pear blossoms, so I happened to collect some pear-blossom hairpins.” Yun Wuchu smiled. “Then does Your Highness know that the refined white pear blossoms of spring in Bianliang are a metaphor for me?” Xu Xuye thought his life would be short. The poisoned wine had wounded his body and his heart. But once he had hidden her in his heart, it became a wall of bronze and iron, turning away countless blades and swords. He wanted more tomorrows, more springs, to watch with her as pear blossoms, rain-drenched, bloomed prettily in the wind. If he didn’t want to die, who could lay a finger on him? Theme: Treasure those who treasure you.