The Runaway Beauty

Please add my upcoming novels "Binding the Charming Luan" and "Miss Lin, You Dropped Your Broadsword" to your collections!

Shen Yinhui was born stunningly beautiful, with the grace of an immortal. After falling on hard times, she was sold by a human trafficker to Prince Su's estate, where she became Jiang Ci's personal maid.

Jiang Ci was peerlessly handsome, yet free of worldly desires. No one expected him to take Shen Yinhui as his concubine.

Everyone said Jiang Ci was under Shen Yinhui's spell. Only she knew that she was merely a plaything he indulged in on a whim. Even though they were together day and night, he had never shown her the slightest genuine affection.

Taking advantage of Jiang Ci's absence, Shen Yinhui finally escaped. Her status as his concubine vanished along with her.

They met again at a banquet. The noblewoman Shen Yinhui and her fiance gazed at each other with affection and smiled. Everyone said they were made for each other, but Jiang Ci, seated at the head of the table, gripped his cup until it shattered, his eyes red.

At first, when he dragged her back, he gripped her chin and threatened, "If you dare meet your fiance in secret again, I'll take his life."

Later, when she merely glanced at a young servant in the estate, he pulled her onto his lap and murmured, "Keep looking around and see if I don't stick by your side every moment of every day."

Blurb for "Binding the Charming Luan"

The emperor died, and the Imperial Consort took her own life.

The pampered Princess Anning was left an orphan with no one to rely on.

The ministers attacked her from every side, claiming that the counterfeit Anning had confused the imperial bloodline and deserved to die for her crime.

Jade ornaments swayed, her skirts fluttering as she stumbled into Shen Li's bedchamber and collapsed against his knees, pleading, "Brother, save me!"

Shen Li became Anning's greatest support. He prepared her dowry and built her a residence. Even when her fiance died on the eve of their wedding and people called Anning an ill-omened star who brought disaster, Shen Li defied the opposition and protected her.

Anning was deeply moved and devoted herself to repaying Shen Li. That was, until her supposedly dead fiance appeared before her.

Only then did she learn that her imperial father had been killed by her imperial brother, and that her fiance had nearly died at her brother's hands as well. Beneath her brother's moon-bright, noble exterior lay a heart of chilling cruelty.

Autumn rain fell bleakly, and cicadas wailed like mourners.

The Imperial Guards surrounded the capital, leaving not a single way out.

The hand Shen Li used to grind ink and moisten his brush now gripped a weapon. With one stroke, he ran Anning's fiance through.

Shen Li's eyes were bloodshot, yet a smile played at his lips. He lifted Anning into his arms and whispered in her ear, "Little sister, why are you running? Has your brother not treated you well?"

After Anning was drugged with an aphrodisiac and the two spent one night together, Shen Li became obsessed. Whoever Anning married, he killed. Wherever she tried to go, he cut her off.

To Shen Li, Anning was the bright moon in the sky, his only salvation. He would bind her to his side and stay with her until death, even if it meant defying the whole world.

Blurb for "Miss Lin, You Dropped Your Broadsword"

Miss Lin, who had been raised by relatives, returned to her family home. She was frail and delicate, with a waist as slender as a willow, and looked as though a gust of wind could knock her over.

Her elder sister bullied her for being so weak. She mocked her during the day, then got knocked unconscious with a blow to the head that night.

Her second sister envied her beauty and stole her clothes. The next day, she was pushed down the stairs.

Miss Lin: It wasn't me! I didn't do it! It has nothing to do with me! I'm so weak I can't even take care of myself. How could I do anything so brutal?

Everyone knew how fragile Miss Lin was, so the Imperial Consort arranged for her to marry the sickly Crown Prince and become his Crown Princess.

The Imperial Consort smirked: That sickly pair will be dead at my hands sooner or later.

Wave after wave of assassins entered the Eastern Palace, but none were ever heard from again.

Not until the Imperial Consort was killed by a broadsword did she realize something was amiss.

The sickly Crown Prince ascended the throne. The first thing he did was make his Crown Princess empress, but no matter how thoroughly the palace servants searched the capital, they couldn't find her.

In the dead of night, with dew heavy in the air, Miss Lin strode along with a broadsword in hand.

The sickly emperor, light as a swallow, flew in front of her. "Rourou, where are you going?"

Miss Lin: I-I-I, y-y-you, g-go back!

Miss Lin had planned to outlive the Crown Prince, then roam the martial world with her broadsword. Who could have guessed that the Crown Prince would be so vigorous and healthy, even healthier than she was?

Core theme: Never forget your original aspirations.