Who Knew Spring Could Be So Lovely

[Complete.] In her previous life, the princes rebelled, and Bianjing descended into chaos. Jiang Xingzhi, the neglected sixth daughter of the Jiang family, died while fleeing. After a long dream, she returned to two years earlier. This time, to live a little longer, Jiang Xingzhi decided to find herself someone powerful to rely on. She knew that Daoist Master Yuan Yun, who was hiding on Ming Mountain, was actually Lu Xiuyuan, the Crown Prince's lost grandson, missing for ten years. In two years, he would seize power and ascend the throne. Beneath a rain of apricot blossoms, the young woman stopped the newcomer. Her skirt fluttered as she bowed from afar, her voice gentle and charming. "Greetings, Daoist Master." Rumor had it that the Crown Princess, Lady Jiang, was breathtakingly beautiful and irresistibly seductive, and that this was why the ascetic and dignified Crown Prince insisted on making her his consort. There were even rumors that Lady Jiang had become his secret lover while the Crown Prince was still practicing at a temple. Jiang Xingzhi heard the rumors feeling guilty and embarrassed, but she couldn't deny them. After all, she really had been the one to make the first move, so she silently accepted the gossip. Until one day, after getting drunk, Lu Xiuyuan stood with his Taoist robe hanging loose and his eyes bloodshot, holding the sixth young lady he had longed for day and night. "Why didn't you wait for me in our previous life?" Only then did Jiang Xingzhi begin to sense that something was wrong. The story seemed to be going a little differently... Reader's guide: 1. Both leads are reborn. The male lead is a polished scoundrel and a little ruthless. 2. A fictional setting, very fictional. Weibo: @Xiangyang Kuima 3. "How could one know that spring is so beautiful?" is from Tang Xianzu's The Peony Pavilion. ~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~ ﹡~﹡~﹡~ [Next historical romance, upcoming: Drunk with Beauty, a fake eunuch X a tearful imperial concubine!] On the day she entered the palace, the emperor died. Before You'an had even been favored, she went from new consort to imperial concubine. A pearl hidden in the dust, she was a source of regret in the palace servants' eyes. Until one day, a palace servant accidentally witnessed the powerful and ruthless Director of the Western Depot pinning the delicate imperial concubine against the palace wall. He brushed away her tears with his fingers and asked in a low voice, "Avoiding me?" You'an shook her head, eyes brimming with tears. "Then did I fail to serve you well?" You'an's voice caught in her throat, her cheeks flushing red. "You served me very well, Director." Fake eunuch X tearful young imperial concubine ~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~ ﹡~﹡~﹡~ [Next contemporary romance, upcoming: Kiss of Jasmine!] Shu Er first met Gu Huailin in a dark alley behind the school. The boy wore a tattered black shirt and carried a wooden stick. His eyes were shadowed, and menace radiated from him. Shu Er was sitting in a car. She caught only a hurried glimpse and didn't dare look again, assuming he was just a handsome delinquent. When they met again, the boy had become her deskmate. He wore an immaculate school uniform and had the honor of being the top student in his grade. Everyone called him a model student. On a scorching summer day, cicadas sang. A sweet, fair-skinned girl blinked her bright eyes, her face full of curiosity. The boy's gaze was cold, yet he smiled gently as he put out his cigarette. "What is it?" The girl froze, then stammered, "Y-Your image, it's, it's falling apart." -- Even if I was born in the mud, I will still pluck the purest jasmine from the darkness. Theme: A warm spring and sweet love