After the Crown Prince Set His Sights on Me

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Coming soon: "Ninth Thousand Years, Please Behave Yourself" (blurb at the very end). Please add it to your collection~

Blurb:

Huo Muyin has a slender waist and an exquisitely beautiful figure, her beauty unmatched beneath heaven.

Everyone says she is blessed with a noble fate. The Empress Dowager even chose her to bring good fortune to the emperor, granting her the rites of a Noble Consort. If the emperor wakes, she is sure to enjoy endless glory and favor.

But Huo Muyin, reborn, knows there will be no glory or favor. The Great Sheng Dynasty will soon reach the end of its road, and the imperial palace will become a bloody battleground littered with corpses. Her own ending will be even more horrific.

In her previous life, the palace hall "Hidden Heavenly Light" was built just for her, its gates secured with layer upon layer of heavy bronze locks. She would never forget the shadows cast by the candlelight, or Bo Xuan looking down at her with a gentle, cruel smile. "Are you going to run again?"

Run again?

Of course she would. Only a fool wouldn't.

But the moment she stepped out of the palace gates, a dagger pierced her from behind, straight through her back.

Reborn, Huo Muyin is determined not to repeat her past mistakes.

*

Bo Xuan is the Crown Prince. His features are exceptionally refined, and he seems as bright and serene as the moon. Only Huo Muyin knows that he is a madman, a demon king in the guise of a rabbit. She has seen him kill people with a gentle smile on his face, and seen him press closer and closer, murmuring "Mother Consort."

On the day Huo Muyin leaves the capital, fine snow drifts through the air.

Bo Xuan rides up on horseback and blocks the palace gates, sword in hand, his figure lone and isolated, spattered with blood and frost.

When he sees her, he curls his lips into a faint smile, but the hurt in his sinister gaze is impossible to hide.

"Having fun?"

"How dare he compete with me?"

"Sister, are you still leaving with him?"

Fresh blood stains Bo Xuan's pale face.

He lowers his head and kisses the corner of Huo Muyin's lips, his voice hoarse and soft. "It's fine if you don't want to protect me. Just don't leave."

Everyone thinks Huo Muyin will die trapped in the Crown Prince's gilded cage. No one expects the Great Sheng Dynasty to change hands, and for her to become the new, wanton emperor's cherished favorite, even more radiant and captivating than before.

Content warnings:

1. Older woman/younger man romance. She is two years older. Both are sexually inexperienced. One-to-one pairing.

2. Reborn from the start. Their family relationship is severed, and the romance begins only after that. The former emperor is a supporting character.

3. Many personal worldbuilding details. If these are dealbreakers for you, please don't read.

---Coming Soon: "Ninth Thousand Years, Please Behave Yourself"---

Please add it to your collection~

Blurb:

When Lin Cuojing was eight, she encountered Yan Wuhuang once.

At the time, he was covered in blood and struggling on the brink of death. She stood far away beneath the corridor, while her father covered her eyes.

When Lin Cuojing was twelve, she saw Yan Wuhuang again.

This time, he was dressed in splendid, luxurious clothes, a rising court favorite second only to the emperor. Everyone had to address him respectfully as the Ninth Thousand Years. She, meanwhile, had become the daughter of a traitor. Her face was filthy, and all she could do was clutch his robe and beg him to save her.

Yan Wuhuang took her in and raised her in the palace.

Ten years later, she had grown into a graceful, alluring woman whose beauty could easily captivate anyone with just one glance. She was the woman everyone in the palace respectfully called Aunt Cuojing, and the sharpest, most obedient sword in Yan Wuhuang's hand.

The sword was to strike at the Eastern Palace.

Lin Cuojing accepted the order.

Everything went according to Yan Wuhuang's plan.

Until, on her wedding night, she pinned the man of the Eastern Palace against the back of a chair, slowly lowering her graceful figure.

A man covered in frost burst in, seized her wrist, and said coldly, "I haven't given the order. How dare you act on your own?"

Lin Cuojing was confused. She blinked and looked into his bloodshot eyes. "Wasn't that what you meant, Eunuch?"

Yan Wuhuang suddenly narrowed his long eyes. His cool fingers brushed her rosy lips as he murmured softly, dangerously,

"Our Cuojing has grown up..."

"Taking matters into your own hands deserves punishment."

"The girl I raised can only belong to me."

*

Lin Cuojing knows Yan Wuhuang has no heart, but she still makes a fatal mistake: she falls helplessly in love with him.

If you want something, you must get it, no matter how far you have to go. That is what the Ninth Thousand Years taught her himself.

Theme: Stay true to your original intentions, and you will reach the end.