Luring You Behind the Curtains

Wei Fuyu was born sickly, with a fate cut short. Every day, she prayed before the Buddha, wishing only for peace and safety.

Later, the Buddha enlightened her, and she often saw a benefactor in her dreams.

The Buddha said, “Find your benefactor, and break this fate.”

Wei Fuyu couldn't remember what the benefactor looked like. She only remembered how, on a snowy night, that person held her tightly around the waist, their voice trembling with urgency.

“A-Fu, I'll make sure you live a long and peaceful life.”

*

The heir to Prince Ding's title was infamous, a living demon the noble ladies of the capital went out of their way to avoid.

Only Wei Fuyu knew that he was the benefactor she had searched for so desperately.

The world cursed and framed Shen Lingwen.

Only she approached him with a smile as bright and delicate as starlight.

“The heir to Prince Ding is the best person A-Fu has ever met.”

“A-Fu likes him more than anything.”

Once her task was done, she packed her things and prepared to take her leave. Unexpectedly, the man, usually so proud and unruly, stood tall outside her door.

“My lord, we had a contract.”

Shen Lingwen lightly lifted a long finger, drew the thin sheet of paper away, then pulled her into his arms and held her fast.

“I broke my promise.”

“Would you accept the entire Prince Ding's estate as compensation?”

His cold eyes lowered slightly, but the fingers resting behind her trembled despite himself.

Everyone said that the Wei family's daughter was devoted to the heir to Prince Ding. Only Shen Lingwen knew that he had been plotting to win Wei Fuyu over for a long time.

Ever since she was sixteen, she had been his only light.

Historical romance coming soon: Claiming Her. Please add it to your collection!

[A bewitching beauty who knows how to draw men in * A proper, polished crown prince who is not what he seems]

The Xie family had a daughter, gentle and virtuous, the perfect wife for a marquis.

Who could have guessed that the crown prince would stage a coup on her wedding day?

In a single day, she went from being a marquis's wife to a concubine in the Eastern Palace.

When she opened her eyes again, the Eastern Palace coup had never happened, and she was still a marquis's wife.

Crown Prince Xu Ce stood before her.

“Now that you belong to me, don't think of anyone else.”

“Your Highness, you are the only one in my heart.”

She schemed and calculated, trampling everything from her past life beneath her feet.

She gazed at the crown prince with a bright smile and casually asked how much she resembled the woman he loved.

She accepted his favor and toyed with his political machinations. She wrapped the realm around her skirts, then reclined lazily on a luxurious couch and asked:

“Your Highness, I am another man's wife.”

“And what of it? The realm is mine to enjoy, and so are you, my darling.”

*

Crown Prince Xu Ce was a paragon of virtue and grace. Since ascending the throne, he had governed diligently and cared for his people, earning the praise of the masses.

Yet the historians condemned him for stealing a minister's wife and bringing shame upon the court.

The emperor said only, “I am upright and honorable for the people of the realm. All my selfish desires are for the sake of one person.”

*

Xie Jiao believed that the crown prince was proper and upright, a rare and worthy ruler.

Only when she was locked inside the Eastern Palace, cold iron chains wound around her wrists, did she understand that he was a wolf who devoured people without a trace.

Their entangled shadows flickered in the dim candlelight. As the chains clinked, Xie Jiao's voice broke.

“Your Majesty, let me go.”

Xu Ce's eyes reddened. His breath brushed her earlobe, and he whispered like a demon, asking over and over, “Who does Jiao Jiao love?”

Their murmured words were tender and lingering. In the candlelit shadows, Xu Ce's gaze was no longer clear, but sick with obsession.

1. The scumbag will face karmic retribution, and she will never forgive him.

2. The crown prince is deeply devoted. Fall in love with him soon.

3. The heroine is independent. Don't make her rely on a man.

(Quietly recommending the fantasy story coming soon: I Raised the Demon Lord into a Fake Model Good Youth

[A sly, crafty demon lord who is very good at pretending * A righteous girl who knows how to deal with unruly children]

Wen Ying transmigrates into a xianxia novel.

At this point, the Demon Lord has failed his tribulation and lost all his cultivation. In the future, he'll become a great villain who wreaks havoc across the land.

Wen Ying's job is to seize this opportunity, reform the Demon Lord, and protect world peace.

She was born with a flawed spiritual core and can't cultivate, but the spiritual energy that leaks from her can be used by the Demon Lord.

So Wen Ying's daily efforts to reform the future Demon Lord look like this:

In the morning, she grabs the sleepy Demon Lord. “Get up and recite your lessons.”

At dusk, she orders him to practice without the slightest hesitation.

The young Demon Lord clings to her without a care, his expression haughty.

“Just let me have a couple of sips, Sister.”

Wen Ying grabs the back of his neck without ceremony. “Have you finished memorizing The Twenty-Four Paragons of Filial Piety? And you still dare to mooch off my spiritual energy?”

The Demon Lord scoffs and turns his head away in disdain.

“Cheapskate.”

*

When she first met Zhu Xingyan, his eyes were full of malice, and he knew nothing of good or evil.

Wen Ying taught him to tell right from wrong and understand human nature.

He nodded in agreement, and from then on, the Chongming Sword Sect gained a gentle, well-behaved junior disciple.

Then the land was transformed, and the Demon Lord returned to his throne. The peerlessly beautiful young man smiled as he twisted a wicked ghost's head off, then quickly hid his bloodstained hand.

“They were unhappy in the mortal world, Sister, so I sent them off to eternal bliss.”

His smile was carefree and innocent, and his white robes were immaculate.

He leaned lightly against Wen Ying's shoulder. “I'm a little low on spiritual energy. Could you hold me?”

Theme: Treat others sincerely, and speak of love honestly.