Spring Returns After the Snow Clears

Next historical romance: Marrying My Archrival Crown Prince After Rebirth [A bitter, petty, gloomy prince x a guileless, competitive, silly beauty]. Please add it to your collection! Blurb: The state of He sent a hostage to sue for peace. The old chancellor said the young man was brilliantly talented and exceptionally well-read. He was exactly the sort of scholar Jiang Xue disliked most. The day her imperial brother summoned him to the palace, she happened to meet him in the Imperial Garden. The man was tall and upright, restrained and courteous. His gaze was cool, and his features were refined and handsome. He was gentle and scholarly, standing tall in the garden in an immaculate white robe. At the time, Jiang Xue was happily chatting with the man who would become her future consort. ** At the New Year's Eve banquet, Jiang Xue got drunk. Swaying unsteadily, she cornered him among the rocks of a rockery. Beyond the rocks, she could clearly hear people coming and going along the path. The lovely woman was charming and graceful, her delicate figure subtly stirring the heart. He Jichen watched the woman sitting on his lap with a cool gaze. "Your Highness, please get down first. I'll go call your consort for you." "My consort? What consort...?" The woman spoke with a drunken, coquettish lilt. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Oh, you mean Xie Wulang..." Her soft, boneless arms looped around his neck, and she leaned even closer into his embrace. With a laugh, she said, "I don't want him. I want you." Reader's guide: 1. Neither lead has had a lover or ex besides the other. A fake getting-back-together story, a relaxing, brainless, sweet little romance, dual virgins, doting romance, 1v1, a flirtatious beauty x a proper, chaste man. 2. The author is a firm believer in pure love and will never waver. 3. Set in a fictional world. My knowledge is limited, so please kindly point out anything inappropriate. If your feedback makes sense, I'll make corrections. Many thanks! orz ------------Upcoming story------------ Next: Marrying My Archrival Crown Prince After Rebirth Fu Qingli and Xie Cong are childhood friends in writing, lifelong enemies in reality. Their feud was set in stone before they were even born. For example: He started moving around in the womb before she did. He was born a day before her. He weighed two taels more than her at birth. Here are a few more examples to give you a better idea of just how much Xie Cong hates her. One: He always snatches food she's halfway through eating and stuffs it into his own mouth, then gives her a little smile. (That was a provocation, right?! Right?! That little beggar has been stealing her food since they were kids!) Two: He secretly smells the handkerchief she's used. When she catches him, he shows no shame at all. Instead, he holds it high above her head so she has to stand on tiptoe to reach it, and she twists her ankle and falls into his arms, humiliating herself! (Oh, she gets it! He steals her food so she won't grow tall, then uses his height to humiliate her. How despicable! Xie Cong, you cunning schemer!) Three, and most unforgivable of all: He keeps saying that if she talks to so-and-so again, he'll throw so-and-so into the river. She hears this nearly every few days. (How dare he threaten her! Who does he think he is? She'll talk to them, talk to them, talk to them!) So what if he's the crown prince? Does being the crown prince mean he can throw his weight around? She will never bow to the powerful, even if it costs her life. In short, Xie Cong has done every vile deed imaginable. His crimes are too numerous to record. But... In the end, in his previous life, he cleared her family's name. Hmph. At least he has a conscience. Well... she supposes she could hold her nose and marry him. Reborn, Fu Qingli decides to put up with him and live a good life together. On their wedding night, he is still eager for more while she is utterly exhausted. His peach-blossom eyes tilt up slightly as he twirls a strand of her hair around his finger, brings it to his nose, and inhales. With a smile, he asks, "Well?" That was a provocation, right?! Right?! Is he showing off how strong he is while rubbing in that she's a useless weakling? How infuriating! He even carried her off to bathe. Does he think she can't wash herself? Splash! Her legs give way, and she falls into his arms, sending water flying everywhere. This guy really is her lifelong enemy. Theme: Even when mired in the mud, keep your heart turned toward the sun