Rong Ci (Reborn)

* My new historical romance, I Will Not Speak of Chu, starts on 10.18. Please add it to your favorites!* Please add my upcoming story, [Qing Transmigration] Daily Struggles in the Harem, to your favorites. Complete, including bonus chapters. Rong Ci died after enduring lingering illness and years of loneliness. Rong Ci was reborn fifteen years earlier, on the day of her wedding. Her husband was telling her he would remain chaste for his so-called true love. She pretended not to hear him. Resentment was a waste of time; it was better if they simply stayed out of each other's way. Content Warnings 1. An enjoyable ancient-era rebirth story. Sweet and satisfying, not angsty, with a touch of wish fulfillment. 2. The first man to appear isn't the male lead. The male lead shows up a little later. 3. This is a 1v1. The male lead isn't a virgin, but from the moment he appears and the two meet, there won't be anyone else. 4. An entirely fictional setting, not based on any historical dynasty. 5. Suggestions are welcome. I'll make any changes I can. ↓↓↓↓↓↓ Please add my upcoming Western Fantasy story to your favorites: [Western Fantasy] Beneath the Light, an irreverent God of Light × a very proper Holy Maiden of the Church Blurb: Cynthia was born a commoner, but the abundance of light elements within her made her rise to prominence overnight. She was chosen as a Holy Maiden of the Temple of Light and a candidate to become pope. But her exceptional talent made her magic uncontrollable. Ordered to speak less to avoid accidents, she was stifled from an outgoing girl into an ice queen. The only beings in the whole world she could speak to without restraint, without causing terrible consequences, were the gods. Grateful for her good fortune, she decided the God of Light was the perfect deity. So she began telling the statue all the things she wanted to say. One conversation led to another, and before long she'd won the god's heart. * Others: Please lend us your divine light! The God of Light bestows divine light, cleansing an inch of darkness. Cynthia: Please lend us your divine light! The God of Light bestows divine light, cleansing... an entire... nation of darkness. Everyone: … Cynthia (righteous as can be): My god is just. This is the benefit of having no selfish motives and believing in the divine with all your heart! Everyone: … * Cynthia: All glory belongs to my god. Kleist: All the glory of the heavens belongs to my beloved. * A God of Light, celibate for ten thousand years, who falls in love after one conversation and whose old heart finally catches fire × A true Holy Maiden who devotes herself to the gods and remains unmoved no matter how much anyone flirts with her ↓↓↓↓↓↓ Please add my upcoming sweet historical romance to your favorites: [Sweet Romance] Unrestrained, a sweet romance between a young woman and an older man Blurb: Shao Xun is the eldest legitimate daughter of the Duke of Ying's household. Her father is a first-rank duke, her mother is a noblewoman from an eminent clan, the Noble Consort Shu in the palace is her aunt, and the Third Prince, a strong contender for the crown prince's position, is her cousin. The only flaw in her life is that her birth mother died young and her stepmother is unkind. She should have lived a life of wealth and privilege without too many twists and turns, but a dream changed everything Shao Xun dreamed that her own aunt would sacrifice her niece's reputation to eliminate her son's rival, framing the lecherous Eldest Prince and leaving Shao Xun's virtue in tatters. She could only be taken as his concubine amid everyone's scorn. The Eldest Prince is lecherous, and his Princess Consort is jealous and cruel. Shao Xun woke from the dream drenched in cold sweat. But the dream had come too late. She'd already fallen into the trap. With no other choice, she resolved to do whatever it took to keep the nightmare from coming true. In a panic as she tried to avoid the Eldest Prince, she accidentally stumbled into someone else's arms... * After Shao Xun came to her senses, she fell to her knees, staring at the hem of a bright yellow robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon. She was ready to cry. This... This is even worse than the Eldest Prince! Theme: