Keeping Her

A woman of unsurpassed beauty without power to protect her either lives a hard life or becomes a calamity. Sang Shen was an exception. She was the daughter of a minor county magistrate, yet people revered her as a goddess. The eminent monks at the temple knelt when they saw her. When drought struck the land, she had to say just one word, and the next day torrential rain would fall. Even her fiance, who broke off their engagement on the eve of their wedding, was subject to her casual remark: How could someone like him escape retribution? Not long afterward, his wife had an affair. Sang Shen rubbed her temples. She really was just an ordinary person. How could she have known that everything she said and wished for would come true? Later, she grew accustomed to taking life easy and winning without effort, living as she pleased. Then she met a man, and her predictions all stopped coming true. "Stay away from me!" He stood firm, unmoving. Later still, she became his wife. He pulled her against his chest and murmured hoarsely, "Sang Shen, after two lifetimes, I can finally keep you safe and worry-free." ☆ There is a reason for the blurb. This is not a fantasy story. Currently serializing The Princess Royal, please add it to your collection~ [The cold, ruthless princess royal vs. her madly devoted, loyal guard] Chu Jingchun, the emperor's youngest daughter, was born under an ill omen and abandoned in the wilderness. Fortunately, she met a wandering knight who mended her ragged clothes and taught her martial arts. But the year she came of age, he broke into her room. Chu Jingchun no longer believed in kindness in this world. She killed the wandering knight, concealed her identity, changed her name, and became the most coveted courtesan at Chunhe House. From then on, merchants, commoners, nobles, and princes all lusted after her, and she made every one of them a piece on her chessboard. If you're afraid this world will fall into chaos, then I'll show you chaos. Long afterward, someone saw that the powerful princess royal and the former courtesan had the same face. [She once struggled through mountains of corpses, and she once crushed other people's chances of survival with her own hands.] A man panted softly behind the red curtains. Wen Jian stood outside with his sword in his arms. When the man emerged, his clothes in disarray, Wen Jian killed him with a single sword stroke. Then he bowed and said, "This man is too frail. I fear he cannot serve the princess royal." The curtain was lifted, revealing a languid, heartless face. "Then will you?" Wen Jian retreated in alarm, the sword in his hand giving a low hum. Upcoming story: Frost on the Pillow. Please add it to your collection~ [The scheming beauty vs. the upright gentleman] Fu Shuang was reunited with her family and, in the blink of an eye, went from a country girl to the daughter of the prime minister. Unfortunately, her biological father despised her, and her stepmother disliked her, so they promptly drove her out. Fu Shuang paid a solemn bow to her mother's memorial tablet, then turned and left. Everyone waited to see how soon the girl with no one to rely on would starve to death. Instead, rumors spread that she had caught the eye of the eighth prince, a man as bright and noble as the moon. People also said that the eighth prince was an upright gentleman. How could he ever take a liking to her? No one knew that in the dead of night, the eighth prince, Chu Yi, sat by the bed, veins standing out on the back of his hand, his face tense with restraint. "What is it you want?" "You!" Fu Shuang hooked a finger through the sash at his waist, her peach-blossom eyes curving with a smile. His restraint crumbled in an instant. Chu Yi bent down and bit her collarbone, hatred tangled between his teeth. "Then never regret it." Fu Shuang closed her eyes, the corner of her eye catching the red candle. There was not a trace of tenderness left in her. What did she want? To read people's hearts, hold power in her hands, and ensure that those who hurt her would never prosper. Later, people discovered that the rough country girl really had appeared at the eighth prince's side. She was at the hunting grounds outside the capital, and she was at the palace banquet. Until at last, everyone prostrated themselves, daring not look directly at her, and bowed only to the empress, long live her majesty. Theme: Be kind to others and to yourself