The Heir’s Consort Never Gives Up

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★ Complete neighboring novel: The Gentle Blade of the Black-and-White Crown Prince ★

[Starting 22.1.1: Surviving Under My Crazy Brother, a fake-siblings story. Please add it to your reading list!]

[Coming soon: The Imperial Preceptor Has Fallen for Real, where the aloof moon is brought down from his altar!]

[Revenge romance coming soon: I Stopped Loving You Ages Ago, You Dog Emperor]

Blurb:

Every night, Chi Yu falls asleep wearing a pair of yin-yang bracelets and switches places with a young lord stationed far away on the frontier.

Chi Yu, who transmigrated from Yandu to the frontier: I want to cry. All I can think about now is breaking off the engagement.

But unless one of them dies, the swapping will never stop.

*

The young lord is ambushed and stranded away from home, leaving Chi Yu to survive in the wilderness for a day and a night.

The young lord, feeling guilty: Was she in a terrible state? Did she come back crying?

Deputy General: No. She even became friends with a princess from a neighboring kingdom.

*

The young lord disagrees with her, and they give each other the cold shoulder for three whole days and nights.

The young lord: Has she admitted defeat?

Deputy General: No. She sneaked out and handled things herself!

*

Fate tries to knock her flat, but Chi Yu rises to the challenge with an indomitable spirit.

Has she admitted defeat? No!

She steps in to secure grain and deal with unscrupulous merchants, copies recipes to improve the meals, and wins people over by delivering letters and supplies.

She works hard to improve her circumstances and standing, and along the way makes the young lord see her in a new light and become deeply fond of her.

He hurries to bring her to his side before the bitter winter freezes everything over.

From then on, he shields her from wind and rain, while she cultivates clouds and plants moonlight behind him.

[A tough noblewoman who cries easily X a general who gradually learns to flirt

●Coming soon 1:

I Stopped Loving You Ages Ago, You Dog Emperor

A refined scoundrel X a radiant noblewoman

Sheng Zening had been in love with Feng Yan since she was a young girl.

Born to a powerful family, she was bold and carefree, and never minded Feng Yan's gentle aloofness.

Someone as noble and graceful as Feng Yan could hardly be expected to wear his heart on his sleeve.

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Until one day, she happened to overhear him telling his cousin that the jade pendant she had carved for him herself was nothing but a boring trinket.

Clutching her injured hand, she finally came to her senses.

He had never liked her, not once.

Zening stepped forward, snatched the pendant, and smashed it in two.

With a smile, she said under his startled gaze, "As you wish. Like this jade, Zening and you will have nothing more to do with each other."

*

She had planned to cut ties with Feng Yan completely, but her family refused to let her.

Feng Yan was a prince in whom the family had placed their hopes.

Unable to extricate herself, Zening could only pretend to cooperate with her family's attempts to win Feng Yan over.

*

The pastries he bought? She gave them to the maids.

The precious gifts he sent? Sold. Every last one.

He invited her on an outing? She came down with a sudden cold.

*

At last, Feng Yan ascended the throne and ennobled the Sheng family as a first-rank duke.

Zening thought she could finally put an end to it all.

*

She bowed to the new emperor, returned the broken jade he had ordered repaired, and boldly asked him to decree her marriage to someone else.

The new emperor, who had thought that after all their trials they had pledged themselves to each other for life, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

It turned out she was just as good at pretending to like him as he was at pretending not to like her.

●Coming soon 2:

A silver-haired, ascetic imperial preceptor X a princess who's great at flirting

Though a princess, Shang Fanchen was a woman of her own mind. She wanted neither a political marriage nor to marry beneath her station.

So she set her sights on the divine son at the Moon-Shooting Terrace, the young Imperial Preceptor Yu Guguang.

An imperial preceptor was a man of the spiritual world and could not marry.

No matter how brazen she was, she had nothing to worry about.

Her sisters all told her to stop pursuing him. The Imperial Preceptor could never fall in love.

But just as Shang Fanchen caught the eye of a neighboring kingdom's crown prince, who insisted on marrying her, Yu Guguang came through the snow in white robes and jade ornaments.

"Who gave you permission to lay a hand on my person?"

*

Since birth, Yu Guguang had been regarded as a divine son who could understand the language of the gods. He commanded the mysterious Moon Guard and was a trusted confidant of the emperor.

He had no emotions, no feelings, no desires, and no thoughts.

Like an immortal who had briefly walked among mortals, he saw all the world's suffering with a compassionate gaze.

That was until a woman barged into his life without permission, intent on dragging him into this vast world of mortal passion.

She said, "Immortal, if you won't enter the mortal world, how can you overcome it?"

Only later did he learn that a moon that had fallen to earth could never return to the sky.

He wanted to truly live for once, to be a whole and complete person.

But the little princess refused to back down. She only wanted a moment's pleasure and had no intention of taking responsibility.

Yu Guguang tugged at his clothes and said coldly, "If you won't marry me, then get off my bed, Princess."

Theme: Everyone in the world has a reason to exist.