A Hidden Beauty in the Inner Chambers

Everyone in the Chancellor's residence knew there was a Seventh Young Lady in the household. She was fair-skinned and delicate, with a bewitching allure, tender and frail as a flower. The only pity was that no one knew where she had come from. Chancellor Lu Mo held power over the court and commanded vast influence. He was ruthless, cunning, and deceitful, and he never paid the Seventh Young Lady any attention. So the three thousand retainers and the many women in the residence all believed it was only natural to make life difficult for the Seventh Young Lady. The women: A girl picked up off the street is bound to become someone's concubine or second wife. There's no need to give her jewelry, hair ornaments, rouge, or powder. The three thousand retainers: I hear the Seventh Young Lady is a peerless beauty, soft and boneless. Why not ask the Chancellor for her hand? If we could marry this beauty and have her for one night, it would be worth dying for. But just as everyone was scheming about how to trample the Seventh Young Lady, she appeared at the family banquet, unwilling and tearful, her belly swollen, supported by the Chancellor. And when she took her seat, it was beside the Chancellor, in the place reserved for his wife. Everyone: "..." They stared at one another, trembling with fear. Yanran's daily misery: The Chancellor comes every night and disturbs my sleep. Am I ever going to get a proper night's rest? Lu Mo's daily worry: Jiaojiao cries every night. How can I comfort her? If I don't, when will we ever consummate our marriage? Lu Mo's personal servant asks every day: My lord's courtyard is a hundred thousand miles from the Seventh Young Lady's bedroom. How on earth did she get pregnant? Yanran: Every night, some giant rat crawls through a hole, and every day it gnaws on my toes! *My next book is Princess Mingrou. Please add it to your favorites! Mingrou was snatched away from her father, brothers, and betrothed prince consort by the most despicable means. The one who took her was a prince of the enemy kingdom, a man she despised, a burly fellow said to be admired by every woman on the grasslands. Wanyan Danzong had abducted a bride for the first time. His prize was a peerless beauty he had coveted for a long time, yet who had always fiercely resisted him and regarded him as an enemy. She was a graceful, passionate beauty with skin like ice and bones like jade, raised among the waterways of Jiangnan. After being confined in the Wanyan residence, Mingrou's daily mission was to think of every possible way to kill Danzong and escape from him. Danzong's favorite thing to do each day was watch her make a scene and run away. Then, just as she was about to escape, he would catch her by the hem of her clothes, pull her into his arms, and carry her off to the bed. A little scene: One afternoon, the green apricot tree was laden with fruit. On a whim, Danzong rolled up his sleeves and climbed the tree himself. He picked four or five green apricots, then turned and smiled at Mingrou, who stood behind him with an arrow aimed at him. "My beloved consort, these are for you." Mingrou touched the child in her belly. The next instant, she raised her bow without hesitation and shot the arrow straight at Danzong, declaring, "I absolutely do not want this child." Danzong nimbly dodged the arrow and did not get angry. He washed the green apricots and said gently, "All right, but eat your fill first." His eyes brimmed with sweetness and affection. Mingrou turned her face away and refused to take the fruit. Her gaze fell to the ground, where their shadows overlapped. She did not know when he had become her shadow. *A tender yet stubborn, fierce beauty from Jiangnan + a wildly possessive, doting, cunning, and devoted prince of the grasslands* Theme: Cherish the person before you.