My Lord, I Enjoy It Wholeheartedly

(I've run out of ideas. I might revise this again later.) = Please add To My Heart, Ever So Far to your reading list = * After the late emperor's death, the legitimate princess Zhao Tangzhi, once cherished by him, lost her power overnight. When the people of the capital heard the news, they all clapped and cheered. After all, the princess was not only wanton and debauched, but had also dragged the fiery, upright Lord Zong down from his pedestal to sink with her. Zong Yan was like an elegant orchid or a jade tree, like the bright moon in the heavens, fit only to be admired from afar. He was also the cherished crush of countless young women. Yet this aloof man had been seized by the overbearing Zhao Tangzhi, who had tired of him and left him in the princess's residence. He had stayed there for years. The new emperor's indifference toward Tangzhi left everyone in the princess's residence anxious and looking for another way out. Many noblewomen also seized the chance to avenge their stolen love. When Zhao Tangzhi returned to the residence, soaked through and in a wretched state, her once-favored consorts and maids all fled right in front of her. She came face to face with the tall, graceful Zong Yan. Tangzhi gave a crooked smile and stepped aside to let him pass. Unexpectedly, Zong Yan casually tucked the loose hair from her forehead behind her ear and mocked her: "Where has the princess's old spirit gone?" For once, Tangzhi didn't snap back at him as she usually did. She pressed her lips together tightly, but couldn't stop two tears from silently falling. That day, the usually aloof and self-controlled Lord Zong went mad. Ignoring all advice, he returned to the little side room in the princess's residence, his eyes bloodshot. Even his voice trembled as he said, "We've waited so many years already. What's one more lifetime?" For so many years, Zong Yan had quietly longed to be the only one for Tangzhi. 1. One true pairing, one-on-one, happy ending 2. A simple little sweet treat~ Here is the blurb for To My Heart, Ever So Far: The youngest legitimate daughter of the prominent Zhong family in Luoyang, Yao Yao, had a short life. Just after her coming-of-age ceremony, she was diagnosed with an incurable illness. Poor Yao Yao had spent years being timid and demure, dutifully following the rules. Now all she wanted was to let loose and be with the handsome monk at the temple. But he turned out to be a cold-hearted, worldly-wise senior monk devoted to the Way. No matter how far Yao Yao lowered herself, he remained unmoved. Everyone who knew the truth said Yao Yao had gone mad, that she loved the monk to her very core and had humbled herself to the dust. Even the monk thought so, and looked down on her with disdain. So when Yao Yao, heartbroken, said goodbye to him, he simply continued reciting sutras without a flicker of emotion. He didn't even raise his eyes. She was just a shameless woman. It didn't matter if she left. After three days without seeing her familiar figure, the monk finally couldn't bear his growing unease and went down the mountain. For the first time in his life, he resorted to a less than honorable peek, and saw Yao Yao whispering intimately with the man beside her, who looked somewhat like him. He followed them all the way, and only at the gates of the Zhong residence did he hear someone say, "The young lady has loved that young master since childhood. Now that she's recovered, they can finally be together." The monk's eyes turned bloodshot, and he ground his back teeth to dust... Amidst turmoil across the land, a new emperor took the throne. Yao Yao never saw the monk from the temple again. Until the night before her wedding, when that man, face dark with anger, tore apart the bridal gown she had put on for her fiancé. He imprisoned her in the palace by force and proclaimed her empress... Naturally, he would repay her bit by bit for how that heartless woman had treated him all those years ago. Theme: Take the initiative, work hard, and remember that your fate is in your own hands.