The Pursuit of My Wife

I don't have an outline, so filling in the story is too painful. I've decided to take a break and write My Reborn Beauty instead.

A little scene:

Xiao Zhiqi sat in the Ganlu Palace while his trusted palace attendant stood behind him, arranging his hair. Each stroke of the comb sent a lock of hair fluttering away. The attendant pursed his lips, then gently raised the comb again. Another lock came off.

“Your Majesty, shall I ask the Imperial Kitchen to prepare some glazed walnuts for lunch?”

Xiao Zhiqi waved a hand to show that he understood.

His beauty had returned to the Jiang family from the Pihuang Palace a few days ago, then announced she wanted to go back to Liangzhou. His phoenix throne was empty, and he was just waiting for her to say yes. So why wouldn't his beauty agree?

No, he must have done something wrong. Xiao Zhiqi decided to think it over again. Otherwise, he was going to lose all his hair.

Blurb:

When Xiao Zhiqi saw Jiang Fanghua again, the mischievous little girl in his memory had grown into a graceful young woman. With delicate features, red lips, and white teeth, she still smiled and called him Brother Qi, just as she used to. The girl who had bounced around with his little sister every day, dreaming of climbing every tree in the imperial palace, had grown up.

The young woman had lovely eyes and a captivating smile, and rode straight into his heart. But before he could reach out, she had already dashed away.

After surviving a rebellion and restoring order, the beauty Xiao Zhiqi had longed for finally entered the palace. But she told him she wanted to go home.

He felt that if he still couldn't win his beauty's heart, he might as well become a monk at Anguo Temple without even shaving his head.

[Upcoming story] My Reborn Beauty

Originally titled Beauty in Her Bones. A flower that blooms in the mud may have pure white petals, but its heart is still black.

Fu Wei was born alluring and graceful, with natural charm. By the time she was in her teens, she was the most beautiful woman in Bianliang. Suitors came in droves, and even princes fell for her.

Her stepmother used filial duty to force Fu Wei and her brother to return home. The girl, precious as gold and jade, was married off to a coarse libertine.

In a light blue dress and skirt, Fu Wei stood before the third prince, Zheng Ye. Her peach-blossom eyes brimmed with affection, her brows and eyes full of spring, her gaze so captivating no one could look away. She knew the man before her would soon become Crown Prince, second only to the emperor and above all others.

After the imperial examinations, a junior secretary joined the Eastern Palace's Secretariat and won Crown Prince Zheng Ye's favor. He kept the secretary at his side every day, never letting him out of his sight.

In the Eastern Palace, the junior secretary stood beside Zheng Ye. The neat official robes could not hide her beautiful figure. Candlelight flickered, and shadows wavered.

“You used my name to have the Censorate impeach the Fu and Zhang families. Why?”

“The Fu and Zhang families got what they deserved.”

After speaking, Fu Wei turned and knelt before Zheng Ye.

“Fu Wei knows she was wrong. I ask the Crown Prince to punish me.”

Zheng Ye reached out and gently pulled out her hairpin. Her long hair fell behind her like a waterfall.

“As they say, a beauty looks best by candlelight,” he said with a smile. “Tell me, how should I punish you?”

Fu Wei thought for a moment, then placed her hands on her belt.

“I leave it entirely to the Crown Prince.”

She spoke frankly, but upon closer inspection, her hands were trembling, and her eyes were red.

“You've always been so bright and carefree, but after escaping the Fu family, you seemed to become another person entirely,” Zheng Ye said, lifting her into his arms. “Still, I like it.”

Fu Wei's fingers slipped over the Crown Prince's ceremonial robes. If you had walked through the same Hell of Avici as I did, you would understand how it feels.

[Completed works]

When Will an Old Friend Come Walking Beneath the Moon?

The Carved Rails and Jade Steps Still Remain

Madam, Please Take Your Seat

The Crown Prince's Self-Cultivation as a Devoted Husband

I Find the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review Quite Enchanting

Madam Wants to Break Off the Engagement Every Day

Theme: Promote truth, goodness, and beauty