Prisoner of Green Silk

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Xia Zhuyue, the illegitimate daughter of a merchant family, could no longer bear the bullying. At a spring banquet, she used her breathtaking beauty to seduce Wei Zhi, heir to the Prince of Nanping.

Who could have guessed that this peerless young nobleman, renowned across the land for his literary and military talents, was two-faced?

In public, he was dignified and self-restrained, keeping women at a distance. In private, he teased and tempted her at every turn.

She thought she had escaped her misery, only to leap straight into the fire.

Back then.

After kneeling all night, Xia Zhuyue could barely stay upright.

Wei Zhi glanced at her coolly. "Weren't you so determined to get close to me? Can't even manage a little kneeling?"

Xia Zhuyue wanted to beg for mercy. "This servant was wrong. Please give me another chance, Young Lord."

The young man tilted her chin up, his eyes full of amusement. "Fine. Then please me."

Later.

Wei Zhi never expected her to run away! Even less did he expect that, already deeply in love, he would search for her like a madman.

When he found her, he pressed against her neck and whispered his longing over and over. "I was wrong."

Xia Zhuyue wanted only to escape.

Wei Zhi's pale fingertips gently wound through her long hair. His eyes and brows were bloodshot, his expression utterly unhinged. "You can only be mine."

#A handsome, obsessive young lord who loves to the point of madness x a delicate beauty who runs away#

#You are both a blessing and a curse#

Reader's guide: A groveling pursuit after she leaves, plus an endless battle of rivals

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The widowed Rong Ning was peerlessly beautiful. After three years of widowhood, she had seen just how cold and fickle people could be.

When she was forced to remarry a bully, she gritted her teeth, brought home an injured stranger, and claimed he was her husband, who had gone off to war and never returned.

She thought that once the act was over, he would leave and she would go back to her life.

Who knew the man would play his part so well that, little by little, he really wanted to be her husband?

He cooked for her, defended her against rumors, took a blade for her, held an umbrella over her, and stayed by her side day and night, protecting her from harm.

At the slightest call from her, he would turn around at once.

Then her "real husband" came back.

She told him to leave, but he clutched her hand and stared at her with red-rimmed eyes.

"You brought me home and said I was your husband. You touched me, kissed me, and called me your dear husband. And now you want to throw me away?"

Rong Ning's face turned cold. "It was only a temporary measure. Don't take it so seriously."

The man stood in the rain, drenched from head to toe, his gaze as cold as bone-deep ice. "An act? Then why are you crying?"

He was the heir of a powerful family, yet he was willing to hide his identity and conceal his brilliance for her sake.

She called it a temporary measure, but he had given her his true heart.

Mu Yan grabbed her by the throat and looked icily at the so-called husband. "All I want in this life is to marry you, no matter how many people I have to kill."

A mad, possessive young lord x a cool, stunning widow

She only meant to borrow his protection from a storm, never imagining that this one favor would entangle her for half a lifetime.

Theme: Even when trapped in hardship, one should hold on to hope and keep striving.