The Art of Winning Her Heart

Shen Xuan had a face like a hibiscus blossom, but she was afflicted with a strange illness and had little time left to live. On her deathbed, she had only two things on her mind. First, she had been saved by Prince Rui, Ling Zhao, as a child and had yet to repay his kindness. Second, she wanted to leave her parents a blood relative. As it happened, Prince Rui had been poisoned. She didn't hesitate to cut her wrist and offer him her blood. The prince was broad-shouldered and long-legged, incomparably handsome, though his temperament was rather cold. He was famous for being aloof and chaste. After donating blood a few times, she found herself entertaining some less-than-honorable thoughts: Shen Xuan pretended to fall into his arms. When she turned and met his dark gaze, she got so nervous that instead of saying something romantic, she stepped on his foot. Shen Xuan ran off in fright, so she didn't see the prince's slender fingers slowly stroke the tiny footprint on the hem of his robe. He lowered his eyes, entertaining some equally unseemly thoughts of his own. Later, someone who didn't mind her having so little time left offered to marry her, and Shen Xuan was deeply moved. On her wedding day, she vaguely heard that the Prince Rui's residence was holding a wedding too. She wondered who had been unlucky enough to marry him. The bridal veil was lifted, and she glimpsed Prince Rui in wedding robes. His face, handsome as an immortal's, was dark enough to drip water. Shen Xuan was stunned. "Your Highness?" -- Bonus Scene: One day, Shen Xuan ran into her former fiance. Feeling guilty, she exchanged a few pleasantries with him, only to feel a prickling at her back. She turned and met Prince Rui's dark gaze. Late that night, he changed into the white robes she loved most. With a face as beautiful as an immortal's, he asked again and again, "Am I more handsome, or is he?" TvT... The author is terrible at writing blurbs. At heart, this is a sweet little story. Recommend my upcoming story: "The Princess Consort Wants a Divorce Every Day" by Mo Zizhe 1. As the greatest beauty around, Lu Han had suitors lining up at her door before she was even old enough to marry. But after falling into the water, she had a dream. In the dream, falling into the water had damaged her health, and she might not live past eighteen. Of all the families that had once gone to great lengths to seek her hand, only Prince Han and the newly appointed top scholar remained. Prince Han was unruly and capricious, hardly a suitable match. Lu Han chose the top scholar, thinking they would live in harmony. But who could have guessed he was a cut-sleeve? He had married her only to climb the social ladder. Prince Han, however, was devoted to her. He not only helped her take revenge with his own hands, but even married her memorial tablet. After waking, she decisively chose Prince Han. On their wedding night, Lu Han was moved to tears and couldn't help asking him, "Husband, you really don't mind that I might not live past eighteen?" The man gave her a knowing smile. "It's fine. If you die, I can marry another one." Lu Han... That night, she had another dream. His so-called devotion was all fake. The bastard had married her memorial tablet merely to make his bid for the throne easier. Feeling the man's arm tighten around her waist, Lu Han turned pale and abruptly shook it off. The man chuckled and pinched her chin. "You're suddenly so fierce. Could it be that you're not satisfied with this marriage, my lady?" His gaze was strange and dangerous. Lu Han's teeth chattered. "I-I'm satisfied." Waaah, she had to get a divorce! Theme: Good is rewarded with good, and evil with evil.