Qingqing Is So Sweet and Gentle

The main story is complete. Bonus chapters are loading... On the first day Ling Jin reported to the Eastern Palace as the Crown Prince's study companion, the Crown Prince greeted him by placing a tiny baby in his arms. The child was exquisite and adorable, sucking on a finger as they blinked up at him, their voice soft and babyish. "Big brother, hold me!" Ling Jin silently looked down at the baby in his arms. He had been about to return the child to the Crown Prince, but now he held on instead, unwilling to give them back. Little scene: One day, when that little baby had grown up. "My husband must be the most handsome man in the world!" Ling Jin: It seems everyone says I'm quite good-looking. "My husband must be the most talented man in the world!" Ling Jin: It seems even the Crown Prince isn't as talented as I am. "Only a man with both beauty and talent deserves to be my husband!" Ling Jin: "Right, I know. I'll marry you, then." (After all, whoever raises you gets to keep you!) Reader's guide: 1. Slow burn! Slow burn! Slow burn! The early chapters are about raising a little one, with no romance yet! 2. An alternate world, extremely alternate. A similar childhood-sweethearts story is available for preorder in my author profile. The heroine is the daughter of the heroine in My Sweetheart Is Soft and Sweet. Please add it to your reading list! A Childhood Friend Climbs Over the Wall Everyone in the capital says that the Duke of Ying's household has a young heir who has been bedridden for years. He supposedly can barely leave his room, let alone get out of bed. But only Ling Chuchu, the little childhood friend living just across the wall, knows that none of those rumors are true. The young heir is actually in better health than anyone could imagine... Scene: One day, Ling Chuchu was perched on the wall, watching the handsome young man practice his swordsmanship in the neighboring courtyard. She blushed secretly. "People say you're so ill you can't get out of bed. Is that true or not?" As soon as she said this, the young man put away his sword, looked up at the little girl perched on the wall, and smiled. "If I'm seriously ill, wouldn't Chuchu know better than anyone?" My upcoming novel, Call Me, My Love (Please note, it's "My Love," not "Jiji" T_T). I'm rolling around begging you to add it to your reading list! Blurb: After transmigrating, Nianxia heard the little maid beside her sobbing as she gave her name, and felt a headache coming on. Transmigrating was one thing, but why couldn't she have become anyone else? She had to become a member of the ill-fated Fucha clan, married to the Qianlong Emperor, whose taste in history was notoriously vulgar and who loved stamping his seal on everything... But later, beneath the apricot blossoms and spring rain, a young man in an ivory-white robe rode toward her. Only then did Nianxia realize she had been wrong. How could he be vulgar? He was the very picture of refined elegance. "The women of the Six Palaces are all but an illusion. Only you, my love, are the one in my heart." Little scene: Nianxia knew that the historical Hongli had terribly vulgar taste, and that he loved stamping his personal seal on every book and painting he liked. But the two had known each other since childhood, and she had barely ever seen either his vulgar side or his personal seal. That is, until their wedding day, when red silk covered the grounds. Someone led her all the way into the bridal chamber. Her veil was lifted, and she gazed at the "colorful" porcelain vases in the room... "Fourth Master, care to explain what's going on here?" On their wedding night, Nianxia pointed at the porcelain vases with her left hand and at the tiny embroidery resembling someone's personal seal on the cuff of her red wedding robe with her right, then sighed helplessly. "I don't just want to stamp my seal on your clothes, my love. I want to stamp it on your heart, too. Is that vulgar?" Nianxia blinked. Suddenly, she thought that being a little vulgar might not be so bad. Theme: Romance