The Cross-Dressing Crown Prince Weds the Delicate Beauty by Force

Blurb: Everyone says that a man should be talented and a woman beautiful. Wang Wan is the most beautiful woman in the Great Xia Kingdom, with a face capable of toppling kingdoms and beauty like a blooming flower, yet she cannot win the heart of Xie Yu, the most celebrated prodigy under heaven. She was disheartened and couldn't figure out what was wrong, so she went to ask Princess Yang Wu for advice. "Sister Awu, I'm so pretty, so why doesn't Brother Yu like me? Does he not like beautiful women, and only like pretty boys?" Otherwise, why would he rather go on an outing with those refined young heirs of aristocratic families than fly a kite with her for a little while? "The way of Heaven is to diminish what has too much and replenish what is lacking. Beautiful women tend to be a little stupid, and you, Wanwan, are a textbook example. The more depth a man has, the less he'll like a woman with nothing but looks. A delicate little flower like you holds no appeal for Xie Yu." Princess Yang Wu merely looked at her with disdain. "Then what should I do?" Wang Wan knew she wasn't smart, but she was eager to improve! She could learn! So she asked anxiously, "Sister Awu, you're so clever. Could you teach me how to become a woman with depth?" Yang Wu saw how fixated she was on Xie Yu, and his expression darkened. But after a moment's silence, he finally answered. "...All right." Later, Wanwan came running back in tears and wiped them away in front of him, her voice full of misery. "Waaah... Brother Yu said he doesn't like women who put on airs and act coquettish! He hates me even more now!" She cried at the top of her lungs, while Yang Wu's tense heart finally relaxed. He stepped forward, patted her little head, then drew her into his arms to comfort her. "There, there, Wanwan. Xie Yu is a block of wood who can't appreciate your beauty and sweetness. He's the one with no taste! Let's stop liking him, sweetheart. You're going to marry me someday, so you can't go falling for another man again." At his words, Wanwan's heart jolted and she suddenly came to her senses. She glanced at the flat chest before her, then stared at him in shock. "Sister Awu, you're actually a man!" No wonder he had never had breasts! He was tall, but had developed slowly... She'd always thought Yang Wu was simply unusually gifted, but it turned out he really was a man! Yang Wu could only give her a look of utter exasperation. "...We've been inseparable. I thought you'd have figured it out ages ago." The crown prince of the day, Yang Mu, who regularly plays two roles (a tsundere, sharp-tongued, icy beauty of a big-sister type as Princess Yang Wu) × Wang Wan, the pure-hearted, most beautiful woman among the aristocratic clans The Crown Prince Yang Mu has this to say: When I had no choice but to dress as a woman, that beautiful girl with a beautiful heart stole mine. Even if others think she's a silly girl, in my heart she's a woman of great wisdom who only seems foolish, the purest and kindest beauty of all. Mm... And so, despite our completely opposite temperaments, we became "good sisters," and later a loving married couple... One-line pitch: A devastatingly handsome, tragically afflicted husband with dissociative identities, who spends his days playing both the crown prince pretending to be crazy and foolish and the aloof, mature princess. (Please add to your collection.) Coming soon: The Tyrant Forces His Pregnant Imperial Cousin to Marry Him (Please add to your collection) Blurb: Feng Chun carried out the late Emperor Yuan Jun's final wishes and helped the new emperor, Yuan Hong, ascend the throne. The emperor was her cousin. Now that his wings had grown, the day she could finally lay down her authority was drawing near. She found herself missing Yuan Jun more and more. Back then, she had been in love with her cousin, but unfortunately they had never become a couple. Now she had set her sights on the talented courtier Gao Cheng, who looked just like the late emperor. In her chambers, the two shared a tender moment. When he closed his eyes, she thought he looked even more like Yuan Jun. It wasn't until Yuan Hong burst in and stabbed him to death right before her eyes that her beautiful dream shattered completely. Looking at her lover lying dead in a pool of blood, she was overcome with grief and burning rage. She demanded to know how the emperor could execute a minister on a whim. But Yuan Hong seemed even more furious than she was. He roared, "Why him? I'm the one who looks most like my elder brother!" She was stunned by his words. He then brazenly tried to embrace her, complaining, "Cousins are allowed to marry! You could accept Gao Cheng, so why can't you accept me?" Feng Chun was struck as if by lightning. She had never imagined the young man had secretly harbored such feelings for her. She quickly pushed him away and slapped him hard across the face. Yuan Hong flew into a rage and confined her to her residence, forbidding her from going out whenever she pleased. Not long afterward, Yuan Hong's first son was born. Who knew how that brat had managed it, but rumors suddenly spread everywhere. Though she was under house arrest, people claimed the little prince was her son by Yuan Hong, and that she'd suddenly been unable to attend court from behind the curtain "due to illness" because she'd just given birth and was in confinement?! This was horrifying! Feng Chun was so shocked that she couldn't recover for several days. Once she gradually accepted reality and calmed down, she began thinking of a way out. She couldn't stay locked up here for the rest of her life, and she also had to worry constantly that he might come to her bed one day. Clenching her fists, her long, sharp nails digging painfully into her palms, she rose and ordered the eunuch to summon the emperor, her brows drawn in fury. "Go tell that beast to get his ass in here and see me! I have something to discuss with him!" Theme: Amid the bloody struggle for imperial power, they survive in the cracks, stand together through hardship, and scheme for wealth and status.