Princess, Please Mind Your Manners

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Blurb: The Male Lead

Qi Yan was noble, aloof, and cold, a high-ranking court official and the sole surviving heir of the Xingyang Qi clan.

After three years away from the capital, he returned and was personally appointed by the emperor as Minister of the Court of Judicial Review. He was someone the officials wanted to win over, yet could do nothing about.

Young women fell for him and flocked to him, but Qi Yan ignored them with cold indifference.

That is, until she came along, in a graceful white dress, with cloudlike hair and a slender waist. Every frown and smile was a calculated attempt to seduce him.

At first, he thought she was a temptress who would bring ruin to the country.

Later, without realizing it, he fell under her spell.

The Female Lead:

Princess Zhao Shuning of Yuan'an had lately been having the same dream over and over. In it, a tall, elegant man stood before her, his features blurred and indistinct.

All she knew was that, under the machinations of villains, the dagger in her hand plunged into the man's chest, and his blood splattered over the begonias. He managed a bleak smile, then used the last of his strength to embrace her.

Only when the agonizing pain woke Zhao Shuning from her dream did it end...

Later, at a plum blossom banquet, she saw Qi Yan, the newly appointed powerful minister, and finally understood the inexplicable ache in her heart.

Let me love you this time. Will you?

A Little Scene:

At the hot spring villa, steam curled through the air, and the woman's skin was as smooth and lustrous as warm jade.

Hearing footsteps, Zhao Shuning smiled and calmly rose from the water. Sure enough, the man in black turned around with a frown.

Draped in costly gauze, Zhao Shuning walked toward Qi Yan one step at a time, until she had backed him up against a rosewood rack.

She breathed against his neck, sweet as orchids, and was about to move closer when the man caught her arm in time.

Qi Yan glanced at the locked door. His expression was cool, but his throat bobbed slightly. "Your Highness, please behave with dignity!"

Zhao Shuning patiently smiled like a sly fox, thinking, You didn't say that in our last life.

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Su Wanhe, daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo, was beautiful beyond compare, a lofty beauty no one else dared to covet.

The heir to the Prince of Chu had been promised to her since childhood. Once Su Wanhe's mourning period ended, they could marry.

Late at night, the lights in the Crown Prince's villa shone bright.

The beauty lay on her side on the couch, her posture alluring. She bit her pearly teeth, her face flushed, and the costly, light cloud gauze had slipped from her shoulder. Su Wanhe parted her lips. "When will the Crown Prince let me go home?"

The man paused as he fastened his belt. His gaze darkened as he gently lifted her chin. "You're already my woman. Where else do you think you can go?"

Her affair with Pei Xun began with a cup of wine on a pleasure boat on the Chu River.

Su Wanhe knew she had provoked someone she shouldn't have, but she didn't know the man had set his sights on her long ago.

Theme: With enough effort, even an iron pestle can be ground down to a needle.