Fragrant Affairs in the Spring Boudoir

[A graceful, gentle, down-on-her-luck young lady and a headstrong teenage assassin] Jiang Yueyao lost her parents when she was young and had to rely on her maternal grandfather's family. The Sun family believed she was a jinx and drove her and her wet nurse to remote Tiao Mountain to fend for themselves. The mountain was desolate and run-down, and at first, life there was miserable. But then she met a young man in the mountains. He had no parents, no name, and no family name. He called himself by his place in the birth order: “Eleven.” * Eleven was wonderful in every way. He was handsome and skilled in martial arts. He would go to great lengths to find her fragrant ingredients and hunt game so he could cook delicious food for her wet nurse... There was only one thing: he knew nothing of the ways of the world or matters of the heart, so he was always doing strange things. After Eleven lifted her onto a high branch, Jiang Yueyao chided him silently. Nervously clutching his arm, she carefully opened her eyes. The young man gazed at her with clear eyes. “Today I saw something, but I don't quite understand what it's called.” He leaned down and brushed her lips with his, light as a dragonfly skimming the water. A thousand lanterns shone like daylight, and stars fell like rain. Hidden behind the dazzling lights, she blushed in secret. * Jiang Yueyao thought Eleven had no feelings for her, and hadn't noticed her own secret affection. But when the Sun family coveted the livelihood she'd made for herself through perfumery and, taking advantage of her having no one to rely on, insisted on marrying her off to an old widower with a house full of concubines in exchange for a huge bride price... Eleven fought his way through the encirclement with a cold blade in hand. Covered in blood, he lifted her out of the bridal sedan. “Who says there's no one to stand up for you?” * At the time, Jiang Yueyao didn't know about the Hidden Blade Pavilion, known throughout the martial world as the foremost assassin's guild. And Eleven was its sharpest, most ruthless blade. **[Coming Soon: My Graceful Cousin]** A young lady arrived at the Jing'an Marquis's residence to stay with her cousins. She was graceful and beautiful beyond compare. She looked exactly like the gentle temptress the new Marchioness of Jing'an had chosen for her legitimate son and heir. * As the legendary cousin herself, reborn Lu Yingyu wanted nothing to do with the heir. As his concubine in her previous life, she knew all too well how different the refined, gentle young lord everyone admired was behind closed doors. He seemed tender and mild, yet each night he took her in their bedchamber with unquenchable desire. Even as he climbed out of bed to kill, blood spattering around him, he smiled like an immortal in a painting. In this life, Lu Yingyu diligently crafted the persona he hated most: clumsily playing hard to get, and greedy for wealth and status. Big breasts, no brains, shallow, stupid, and thoroughly detestable. After a flawless performance, Lu Yingyu was given up on by her aunt, the Marchioness of Jing'an, and could finally make a quiet exit. With enough money saved and a suitable husband chosen, on the day she was to leave the residence, Lu Yingyu turned back again and again to give the heir one last tearful performance of a tragic love story. Then the heir grabbed her by the wrist. “You're so reluctant to leave, Cousin.” His eyes held a teasing glint as his thumb gently brushed the corner of her eye. His voice was as tender as flowing water. “Then stay and become the heir's wife.” Lu Yingyu: ? Theme: Love yourself, and love others.