Madly Slaughtering Beauty

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Xu Jinhe was breathtakingly beautiful, with a beguiling charm, snow-white skin, and fragrant cheeks. But beneath that lovely exterior lurked a wicked, poisonous heart. Feared by her imperial brother, she was sent to marry the Third Prince of the Qi Dynasty.

The young tutor Wen Woyu was refined and handsome, with the elegance of rosy clouds and the moon. When he first met Xu Jinhe, he was invited to watch the prince and his concubines indulge in a shameless springtime revel. From then on, he went out of his way to avoid her. But after just one encounter, Xu Jinhe had already marked him as her own, teasing him at will until he lost every trace of his usual decorum.

Second Prince Yan Zheng was carefree and dashing, with a spirit as unyielding as iron. The first time he saw Xu Jinhe, he was riding with a spear in hand, cutting an imposing figure. He fell deeply in love with her, but when the marriage alliance between their two countries was arranged, his younger brother stole his betrothal. From then on, resentment took root in his heart. Whenever he spied on Xu Jinhe, all he wanted was to hide her away in a gilded cage where no one else could find her.

The Marquis of Jing's youngest son was as ethereal as an immortal, born with white hair and violet eyes, an omen of ill fortune. Xu Jinhe forcibly took him for herself, and he stayed constantly by her side. Whenever they slept together, his eyes would redden as he begged her piteously.

The eunuch Chu Du had served Xu Jinhe since she was a child. After years at her side, he finally became infatuated with her. But the princess was a star in the heavens, while he was born the filthiest of men. If he didn't drag her down into the mud, how could he ever be worthy of her?

And there were also the Third Prince Yan Shu and Mo Huaijin, a remnant of the Yan Kingdom, all watching her like hungry tigers.

Xu Jinhe looked at the pack of wolves and tigers circling her and gave a scornful laugh. “You think you're worthy?”

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Ye Qishuang was born in the Northern Wastelands. Though gentle and delicate in appearance, she was far too free-spirited and unrestrained. On her first return to the capital, she happened to meet Marquis Heir Fu Wenlun. His graceful bearing and immortal-like elegance were unlike any man she had ever seen.

At a single glance, she fell for him. She tried every way to please him and flatter him, but only made a fool of herself and earned even more of Fu Wenlun's disgust.

But just as Ye Qishuang was about to give up, Fu Wenlun came to her himself and asked for her hand in marriage.

Ye Qishuang happily agreed. Even though Fu Wenlun wanted only the imperial decree in her hands, she married into the Fu household and put away her sharp, free-spirited nature, clumsily learning to be gentle, respectful, modest, virtuous, and proper.

For three years, Ye Qishuang took concubines for him and treated his children born to concubines as her own. She thought that if she loved him passionately enough, she could eventually warm Fu Wenlun's heart, which was as cold as ice toward her.

But when Ye Qishuang eagerly went to tell Fu Wenlun she was pregnant, the household was festooned in red. Without telling her, he had brought home the woman he had kept as a mistress, his beloved from long ago, and made her his secondary wife.

A love like a moth flying into a flame was doomed from the start. Ye Qishuang had broken her pride for Fu Wenlun, only to turn herself into a joke.

Later, Fu Wenlun searched all of Yejing for her. But when he saw her whispering intimately with another man, his eyes turned blood-red.

“Shuang'er, I was wrong. Please don't use this sort of trick to punish me, all right?”

It was the first time he had called her by such an intimate name, but he had lost the right to do so for the rest of his life.

Theme: Happiness must be actively pursued.