The Sweet Little Tangerine at Home

A Ju lost both her parents when she was young and went to live with her uncle's family. By the time she was sixteen, A Ju had grown into a lovely young woman, but her aunt wanted to sell her as a concubine to the foolish son of a wealthy landowner. A Ju refused to submit, clinging desperately to Zhu Wenjing as her last lifeline and marrying him. She accepted that Zhu Wenjing had no land or money, lived in a thatched hut, and had a baby daughter who needed constant care. She worked hard and settled into their modest life, but it all felt like a dream. They not only built a house with green tiles, but also opened a medical clinic in town, thanks to Zhu Wenjing's superb medical skills. Even her stepdaughter was the daughter of a noble family in the capital. The people who once kicked her when she was down: !!! A Ju is so lucky! Is it too late to suck up to her now? A Ju leisurely counted her money, unaware that those people hadn't even gotten close enough to touch her clothes before Zhu Wenjing coldly sent them away. She married the right man! * Zhu Wenjing remembered how A Ju had called him "big brother" when she was little, so obedient and sweet. He couldn't bear to let her fall into a living hell. So he saved her, married her, and raised her like a younger sister. In the end, he couldn't resist drawing her into his arms. Whatever she wanted, he gave her with both hands. A cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside hunter and single father with superb medical skills x a charming little farm girl who is thrifty and good at keeping house Next book: A Beauty in His Arms Everyone knows the current emperor is moody and has no interest in beautiful women. The lovely young women sent into the palace always meet untimely ends, and the imperial harem is no better than a cold palace. The ministers have worried themselves gray over this. The Grand Tutor risked his life to ask the emperor what kind of peerless beauty he would accept into his harem. Qi Huai, who couldn't recognize women's faces, pondered for a long time before saying, "At the very least, I have to remember her face." Hearing this, the Grand Tutor immediately ordered the court painters to make portraits of the noble young women in the capital, striving to make them lifelike and unforgettable to the emperor. But when the portraits were presented, Qi Huai's gaze settled on the face of the painter introducing the young women to him. "Her." * The painter Pei Zhaoyan had red lips, pearly teeth, and bright, lively eyes. She was a rare beauty, and her skill with the brush was renowned throughout the land. But what people praised most nowadays was her astonishing good fortune: she had merely shown her face before the emperor, and now she was about to rise to the top and enter the palace as a consort. Pei Zhaoyan: Good fortune? Want to trade places with me? The onlookers scattered like startled birds and beasts. Before the deed was done, Pei Zhaoyan racked her brains and tried to escape several times, but the emperor caught her every time. Pei Zhaoyan was tired of running. She naively thought: The harem is just a cold palace anyway. I'll simply become a nun! She never did become a nun. Instead, she enjoyed every luxury and ascended to the throne as empress. Looking back on the old story, Pei Zhaoyan felt conflicted. "I thought the harem was supposed to be like a cold palace?" Theme: Even when struggling in the dirt, keep fighting to bloom.