[The first novel the author has ever written. Expect plenty of reckless choices.]
★ My next historical romance, Reborn, I Cling to My Childhood Sweetheart's Leg, features a husband who can't win back his wife and ends up in ruin, plus her childhood sweetheart taking his place. A scheming, sickly beauty x an outrageously cocky young general. Please add it to your reading list.
Blurb:
Everyone sighed that there was not a single noblewoman in all of Great Ying who could catch the Crown Prince's eye or understand his thoughts.
But Wei Lanshu, the only son of the Right Chancellor, living in the Right Chancellor's residence south of the capital, did not agree. With tears in his eyes, he tied on his chest binder.
As the Crown Prince's study companion for eight years, all it took was one glance from His Highness for him to know which peach blossom he needed to fend off.
But while fending them off, he accidentally blocked the way of his own delicate flower, which should have been waiting to bloom.
"Your Highness, when will you give me back my womanhood?"
Wei Lanshu, his hair beneath a tall crown, served tea with demure sweetness.
The Crown Prince pressed his lips together and smiled. "When I... appoint my Crown Princess."
Wei Zhizhi: Wait, are you messing with me?
All those peach blossoms I drove away, come back! Hurry back!
A seemingly harmless Crown Prince who is actually calculating at every turn
A sweet, tactful study companion who thinks she can read the Crown Prince's every thought
Ever since Chancellor Wei brought home a daughter from outside,
people once again sighed that there was not a single noblewoman in all of Great Ying who could catch the Crown Prince's eye or understand his thoughts,
with the sole exception of the Wei family's young lady.
At midnight, Zhao Zhiyu, the Crown Prince, found himself perched atop the tall wall of the Wei residence south of the capital, regretting his choices.
He had thought keeping her by his side forever would be as easy as reaching into a bag. He never expected to fall headlong into the grave of love he had dug for himself.
"Wei Zhizhi, if you understand my every joy and sorrow, why can't you see my heart?"
Zhao Zhiyu laid his heart bare.
"Your thoughts are too complicated. Straightforward Wei Lanshu can't understand them."
The Crown Prince launched his pursuit of his beloved. You can't play like this!
Wei Zhizhi, come back! Hurry back!
Couple: Zhilan Yushu
Blurb for Reborn, I Cling to My Childhood Sweetheart's Leg:
[A scheming, sickly beauty x an outrageously cocky young god of war]
*The male and female leads are the same age, just a few months apart.
Zhao Ning had the looks of a celestial maiden and the backing of the Marquis of Changxin's family, yet she married Li Yanqing, a student of the marquis. He once swore that he would search everywhere for a cure to keep her safe for the rest of his life. She was a sickly young woman who, according to rumor, would not live past her sixteenth year.
By the time she reached sixteen, she had lived to see him rise to the highest ranks of the court. She also received the news that he was going to marry a princess, and that the entire Marquis of Changxin's household had been sentenced to death. In the end, she suffered endless humiliation and was left on the brink of death.
As she lay dying, a strong arm suddenly lifted her up. A young man's heroic face came into view, bright and dazzling like the stars she had seen through her window on countless despairing nights.
Then she heard a long-missed call, hoarse with pain:
"Sister... please, wake up!"
**
When Zhao Ning opened her eyes again, she was back at sixteen. After three years recuperating at the Duke of Wei's estate, she had returned to the Marquis of Changxin's residence.
At the entrance to the marquis's residence, Li Yanqing walked toward her with a warm smile.
Zhao Ning instinctively stepped back. In this life, she did not want to relive the destruction of her family.
So without hesitation, she placed her slender hand on the arm of the young man standing tall beside her. Her pale fingertips slowly sank into the dark sleeve of his robe.
That young man was Wu Yao, the young master of the Duke of Wei's household, who had escorted her home along the way.
He was also...
The young general who, in her previous life, had donned black armor and, eyes bloodshot, slaughtered the Li family to the last man.
Zhao Ning parted her red lips and spoke softly, her voice sweet and tender. "Yao'er, I'm very ill. You'll have to carry me on your back."
Wu Yao turned to look at her. A glimmer passed through his eyes, then he curled his lips into a faint smile and slowly crouched down.
**
Li Yanqing schemed his way to become a rising power at court. But when he looked back, Zhao Ning, who had once had eyes only for him, had thrown herself into the arms of his sworn enemy, Wu Yao. He refused to believe it and panicked so badly that, for the first time in his life, he lost his reason. He stormed into the Duke's estate in the middle of the night and openly challenged the young god of war, now covered in honors and utterly arrogant.
"I've found medicine to save you, Ning'er. Leave him and come home with me."
But he never expected...
The Ning'er he kept calling emerged slowly from behind Wu Yao. Her hair was slightly disheveled, her eyes full of warmth as she gazed at the young man's profile and murmured sweetly, "Yao'er, if you keep wearing me out like this, I'm afraid I'll become gravely ill."
Wu Yao did not spare Li Yanqing a glance. He simply turned and embraced the lovely woman before him.
"Your health really is 'beyond saving.'"
#From beginning to end, he is devoted to the one beneath his sister's skirts.
The official system, customs, and clothing borrow from the Tang dynasty, with details from the early, middle, and late periods mixed together. The historical setting also blends elements from the Wei, Jin, and Northern and Southern dynasties. This is a fictional world with various creative liberties, all in service of the story, so please don't scrutinize the details.
The title and blurb may be adjusted slightly before the story begins.
Blurb written on May 1, 2022.
Theme: Love should not be about scheming or restraint, but about helping each other grow freely
The next book I want to write is the ancient saying "I hugged the bamboo horse's thighs after rebirth". The original wife cannot catch up with his wife in the crematorium + the bamboo horse takes the throne, and the scheming and weak beauty --Copywriting-- Zhao Ning was born with the appearance of a fairy and had a family background in the Changxin Hou Mansion, but she married Li Yanqing, a protégé of the Hou Mansion. He had sworn that he would search for good medicine to keep her safe for the rest of his life, but she was a medicine jar that was rumored to not survive. Finally, when she arrived at Taoli, she was waiting for the news that he was a highly respected minister, and that he was going to marry the princess and that the whole family of the Marquis Changxin was executed. In the end, she was left humiliated and dying. Before she died, she was suddenly picked up by a strong arm. The young man's heroic face came into view, as bright and dazzling as the stars she saw through the window every desperate night. Then, she heard a long-lost call, with a dull tone and deep pain: "Sister... Please, wake up!" When she opened her eyes again, Zhao Ning was sixteen years old again. She was recuperating in the Duke of Wei's mansion for three years and returned to the Marquis of Changxin's mansion. At the gate of the Hou Mansion, Li Yanqing came towards her, smiling warmly. Zhao Ning subconsciously raised her feet and stepped back. In this life, she did not want to go back to the path of ruining her family and her family. So without hesitation, he put his slender hand on the arm of the young man standing on the rock beside him, and his white fingertips slowly dug into the sleeves of his dark robe. That young man was none other than Wu Yao, the young prince of the Duke of Wei who escorted her home. Also—— In his previous life, he was a famous young general who wore black armor and killed the Li family with red eyes. Zhao Ning opened her red lips slightly and murmured softly: "Yao'er, my sister is very ill and I need you to carry her." Wu Yao looked back at her, with a glimmer of light in his eyes, then he lightly curled his lips and slowly squatted down. Li Yanqing worked step by step until he reached the upstart of the dynasty, but when he turned around, he found that Zhao Ning, who had once had eyes for him, had fallen into the arms of his old enemy Wu Yao. He refused to believe it and was so flustered that he lost his mind for the first time in his life. He broke into the Duke's Mansion overnight and openly provoked the arrogant young God of War who was already a lord. "I have found medicine to save you, Ning'er, leave him and go home with me." Never thought—— He kept talking to Ning'er, who was slowly leaning out from Wu Yao's back. His temples were slightly messy, and he looked at the side of the young man's face with a springy look on his face and muttered softly: "Yao'er, if you continue to torment my sister's body like this, I'm afraid she will become seriously ill." Wu Yao never glanced at Li Yanqing, but turned around and hugged the lovely person in front of him: "My sister's body is really hopeless." #I am my sister's subordinate from beginning to end
Come on, wait for the next one to come back!
This is the child of the Prime Minister, how dare Zhao Ziting
It's good to have more extras like this
The post-wedding extra is very sweet!!
To be honest, this heroine is a bit weak. . . .
It's a pity that I didn't have the card limit to read it within the free time. I bought the last few chapters~ but this book is very interesting.
Is this heroine so weak?
The post-wedding episode is so sweet!!!
Finished spreading flowers, looking forward to the next book!