Kindling Vermilion

- The little princess of Shengjing was His Majesty's precious darling: spoiled, extravagant, willful, and domineering. The young masters of noble families all adored her. But she chose a poor scholar for her consort. He owned nothing but a donkey cart, and everyone waited to see the little princess become a laughingstock. Then the world changed overnight. The little princess uncovered the truth, and the phoenix fell from its branch: the poor scholar turned out to be the Crown Prince, risen from the dead. At last, the little princess, who seemed carefree and heartless, got what she wanted. She cleared her birth father of the false charges, then promptly packed up and ran away. Later, when the little princess returned to the capital, she was confined in the Crown Prince's residence. Everyone said the Crown Prince had hidden her away. When the new emperor ascended the throne, his first act was to make her empress, shocking the entire court. At night, beneath the warm hibiscus curtains, the new emperor held the little princess's tender chin and murmured hoarsely, "If I were to hide you away, I'd keep you hidden for the rest of your life." The little princess's thick lashes trembled, and a glistening tear slid from the corner of her eye. The new emperor brushed away the tear with his fingertip, his expression softening. "I'd hide you away and make you my empress." Once, he was her consort. Now, she was his empress. Either way, she was the treasure he held in the palm of his hand: no one else could touch her, lay a hand on her, or bully her. Happy ending, one-on-one, not biological siblings Next novel to watch for: The Hostage Princess Is Hard to Handle Feng He was a hostage princess sent to the imperial capital. Before she even entered the city, bandits seized her as a hostage outside the gates. The commander of the Imperial Guards rode up and shot an arrow. The bandit fell at once. Feng He gazed at him coldly. The young man sat astride his horse, his hem fluttering in the wind, his bearing graceful and refined. She clenched her teeth. If that arrow had been even a little less accurate, she would have died. From then on, they were at odds, and everyone knew they couldn't stand each other. Later, Feng He was taken hostage again. By then, she knew he never missed his target, so she waited calmly for him to end the bandit's life with an arrow. But this time, Ling Jianche took a long time to draw his bow. After she was rescued, Feng He was utterly confused. Ling Jianche's eyes were dark as he lifted her pale chin and examined the faint bloody mark on her neck. He clicked his tongue and said coolly, "My hand slipped." When your heart has a weakness, your hand slips. _ Though Feng He was a hostage princess everyone could bully, her beauty was unparalleled, and plenty of people tried to take advantage of her. The first man who coveted her was run through with her sword, his blood spilling across the ground. The second was beaten black and blue by his fierce wife, then made to kneel outside their home for three days before he was allowed back in. The third became infamous after his erotic paintings spread throughout the streets, earning him a reputation for being "less than an inch." After that, they all trembled with fear whenever they saw her. When drunk, they would often stamp their feet and lament, "That woman is impossible to handle!" Theme: Never look down on the young just because they are poor. Be self-reliant and strive without pause. Your fate is in your own hands.