The Daily Life of Secretly Loving the Crown Prince

Upcoming novel: A Princess's Secret Crush - When she was young, Li Xiyan, daughter of the Grand Tutor, was obedient and well-behaved, always following the rules and never doing anything improper. Who could have guessed that she would rebelliously fall in love with Crown Prince Jiang Chen? He was the moon surrounded by countless stars. She was the dimmest star among those surrounding him. Every day, Li Xiyan looked forward most to going to the palace for classes, where she could catch a glimpse of his face. When she finally worked up the courage to approach him, Jiang Chen gave her a mischievous smile and said, "Don't go falling for me, okay?" - Years passed. The news that the emperor had suddenly died spread throughout the capital. Among the crowds mourning the late emperor, Li Xiyan saw Jiang Chen again. He had faked his death and left the Forbidden City. She turned and ran, determined never to get involved with him again... Only this time, things were different. The once haughty emperor, who had never taken anything seriously, seemed to have descended from the heavens to pursue her relentlessly. He even climbed over the wall into her courtyard late one night after getting drunk. Pinned against the cold wall, Li Xiyan heard him ask in a hoarse voice, "Can we still be together?" The road to the Eastern Palace was long and winding, full of twists and turns. She had once walked it for him. Later, he walked out of it for her. What one seeks in life is not the Eastern Palace, but the freedom to live an ordinary life. - Original title: The Road to the Eastern Palace Also known as: The Crown Prince's Secret Admirer; Plucking the Moon from the Heights; After Faking His Death, the Crown Prince Pursues His Wife Every Day [Arrogant, spoiled, banished-to-the-cold-palace crown prince x sensitive, delicate youngest daughter of the Grand Tutor] Content notes: 1. Devoted love + secret crush comes true + rekindled romance + a little pursuit-after-the-breakup angst (happy ending) 2. Some elements of the setting are an alternate-history version of the Ming and Qing dynasties. 3. Daily updates. 4. This blurb was so hard to write. I've rewritten it so many times, and this is the best I can do TAT. Readers used to say my actual story was better than the blurb, so please give the story a look~ Upcoming novel: A Princess's Secret Crush The day Lin Qin gave up on loving Li Rong, black clouds gathered over the capital and rain poured down. Standing in the rain, Lin Qin felt the heavens were crying for her. When thunder roared and lightning flashed across the sky, she got carried away in her own little drama, tossed aside her oiled-paper umbrella, and shouted, "Heavens, do your best and strike that scumbag Li Rong dead!" Through the rain and mist, Li Rong finally found Lin Qin. He grabbed her by the front of her clothes and said bluntly, "The lightning can come down now. If one of us dies, we die together." Lin Qin: "?" "??" "???" How could there be such a vicious man? She was only giving up on loving him, and he wanted her dead! Fine, then. She'd just have to keep loving him! A little drama queen x a man who indulges her to no end Content note: 1. They secretly love each other Upcoming novel: The Princess's Guard Characters: A highborn young lady lost among the common folk x a roguish imperial guard raised in the countryside Blurb: At first, Zhang Kuang loved to tease Fu Fengyue. "Princess, " "Come look, " A boy bounded out into the sprawling fields, covering something with both hands. "I found you a treasure!" He tricked her into coming over, then let loose a croaking toad. She was so frightened she burst into tears. That night, he had to climb over her family's wall to comfort her. When he got home, his mother said in frustration, "What's wrong with that child? You're both country folk. Why are you calling her that? You'll cause trouble." "But she really is my princess," the boy answered earnestly. A few days later, the boy climbed the wall next door again and tossed pebbles at her. "Princess, still mad?" "It was all my fault. I won't scare you again. Come out and play." One bright, sunny day, he stood barefoot by the bare old tree at the edge of the village, wearing a short hemp garment. Leaning against the trunk, he asked in a carefree tone, "Princess, do you like me?" "If you do, I'll give you a rabbit." Zhang Kuang held the rabbit by the scruff of its neck. Its four legs dangled helplessly, and it looked so limp and pitiful that it seemed to beg Fu Fengyue for help. Fu Fengyue accepted the poor little rabbit and held it in her arms. "Then what are you?" "I'm the princess's guard." He leaned lazily to one side as he answered, but his eyes were dark and clear. He wasn't joking. Time passed. Years later, she was a princess who had grown up among commoners, brought back to the splendor of the capital. He, too, had truly become a princess's guard. Far away, he stood at the head of the formation, handsome and upright, holding a silver sword with his head slightly bowed. The princess wore exquisite makeup, her eyes languid at the corners. Her slender neck was held proudly straight as her embroidered shoes crossed silently in front of him. Their eyes met for a brief moment. All the feelings they once couldn't speak of had been hidden away. Years ago, Fu Fengyue had scolded him, "Zhang Kuang, you're a rotten hooligan." Zhang Kuang had fired back, "So what? Did the hooligan offend you?" He lowered his head to sniff himself, looking very innocent. "Besides, hooligans don't stink. Come here and let me hug you." "Rotten hooligan!" Fu Fengyue tried to dodge, but Zhang Kuang still pulled her into his arms. "I don't stink!" Zhang Kuang insisted. Years later, they saw each other from afar, then slowly drew near. As they passed one another, Zhang Kuang lowered his head. "Princess, I fought with everything I had just to come to your side." Fu Fengyue lowered her eyes and did not look at him either. "What a coincidence, Guard Zhang. I did the same." She, too, had fought with everything she had just to see him again. When a tree longs for stillness, the wind keeps raging. I love you, and foolishly dream of embracing the wind and moon. Theme: Seek not the Eastern Palace, but the freedom to live an ordinary life.