The Young Lord Is a Little Arrogant (Farming)

★★★ Reborn and Married to a Hostage Prince from an Enemy Nation

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[Completed. Blurb]

In the capital, the Prince of Ning, the current Empress Dowager's most beloved grandson, spends his days lazing around and wandering the streets with a group of noble young masters. One day, a young woman turns the tables and flirts with him. To make matters worse, she tramples on his beloved fan.

One day, the Ji Embroidery Shop receives a visit from the Four Tyrants of the Imperial City, led by the young lord who is the current Empress Dowager's favorite.

Seeing the young woman walking slowly toward him, the young lord finds her strangely familiar. "She stepped on his fan. Does she think he'll just let that go?"

But when this breathtakingly beautiful young lady appears before him, with bright eyes, pearly teeth, a slender waist, and a willowy figure, he forgets every grudge and suddenly feels like teasing her. "Young lady, do you know who I am?"

Instead, Miss Ji rolls her eyes at him.

The young lord's first thought: Even her eye roll is beautiful.

His second thought: How dare she slight me?!

The young lord, whose pride has been wounded, repeatedly picks on her, hoping to make the young woman pack up and leave.

To his surprise, she rises to the challenge. Not only does she stay, she also makes her way into his heart.

Everyone waits to see the show. Miss Ji has offended the young lord, so surely she'll suffer for it. Before long, she'll disappear from the Imperial City. They wait and wait, only to see the Ji Embroidery Shop's business boom across the land, with orders pouring in faster than they can be filled.

And the young lord, who used to be the very picture of refinement, now follows Miss Ji around like a little shadow, shamelessly calling out, "A Yuan, look at me!"

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At first, the young lord tells others, "There's no way I'm marrying a sickly girl like Miss Ji. People will say I bring bad luck to my wife."

Later, he clings to her all day, begging for a hug. "A Yuan, when are we getting married?"

The young lord goes through countless trials to marry Ji Yuan. He dotes on her, holding her in the palm of his hand and fearing she might so much as get a bruise. He often goes to the temple to pray for her. If he hears her cough once in the middle of the night, he worries so much he can't sleep.

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Every night, Crown Prince Li Jin turns into a fool. When he wakes the next morning, he always finds himself asleep on the cold floor.

The beauty who shares his bed to bring him good luck always gazes at him with innocent, timid eyes. "Your Highness chose to sleep on the floor last night."

The beauty lowers her eyes demurely, but a smug smile slowly curls her lips.

Su Qingqing, Li Jin's bride chosen to bring him good luck, has already lived through one lifetime. In her previous life, after the blind-eyed dog of a crown prince recovered, he brought his beloved white moonlight to live by his side, then handed Su Qingqing over to someone else. In the end, he finished her off with a bowl of poison. This time, she won't let him off so easily.

By day, she is a docile little lamb by his side. At night, she torments him relentlessly while he's turned into a fool.

She calls him Idiot Li, tricks him into eating his most hated pig intestines, makes him sleep on the cold floor, uses him to block slaps and daggers, and even makes him yell at the white moonlight he loves most until she cries.

The white moonlight sobs, "Your Highness, this wretch is deceiving you."

Su Qingqing's eyes fill with tears as she gently tugs on the crown prince's sleeve. "Your Highness, my face hurts..."

The crown prince slaps the white moonlight, then immediately rubs Su Qingqing's face. "Does it still hurt?"

Just as she's having the time of her life and eagerly waiting for night to fall each day, she suddenly realizes that this dog of a crown prince knows everything she's been doing at night!

On a dark and windy night, the crown prince corners Su Qingqing as she tries to escape.

He removes his outer garments one by one and advances step by step. "Qingqing hasn't told me how I should serve you at bedtime. Hmm?"

Su Qingqing: Is it too late to cling to his leg now?

After the crown prince recovers, all the villains wait for Su Qingqing to be punished. But no one could have imagined that the seemingly gentle, secretly devious crown prince would hold her in his arms and coax her softly.

"Let me kiss you, and I'll make you Crown Princess."

★★★ Upcoming: The Emperor's Wife. Please add it to your library >3<

In her previous life, Shen Jiaojiao, daughter of the richest merchant in Yecheng, fell in love with Rong Lan, a poor scholar who made his living selling calligraphy and paintings in the eastern part of the city.

The scholar Rong Lan was so poor his family had nothing but the refined air of a man steeped in books. She fell for him at first sight, and wanted to marry him the next time she saw him. So she had him bound hand and foot and brought to her estate, forcing him to marry her.

Later, the crown prince was deposed, and the new emperor turned out to be her husband, Rong Lan. Those who had once bullied him all died by his hand. Shen Jiaojiao, the new emperor's first wife, was hacked to death by the deposed crown prince's followers in the struggle for power.

After being reborn, Shen Jiaojiao decides not to provoke Rong Lan. But she never expects to be reborn at the wrong time.

Looking at the refined gentleman before her, stripped of his clothes, Shen Jiaojiao reaches out and silently helps him get dressed. Then she resolutely sets out to cling to his leg.

From then on, Rong Lan has a little follower by his side who fusses over him, sending wagonloads of goods to his estate. Everyone is baffled, deciding the young lady must be foolish and filthy rich. But one day, the little follower disappears. They ask around and learn that she has returned home to discuss a marriage proposal.

At the Shen estate, Rong Lan, dressed in white as pure as snow, stands before Shen Jiaojiao. He raises a hand and pulls open his collar, pointing with his long, knuckly fingers to the kiss marks on his neck.

"These, and these too, were left by you last night, Miss Shen. So you must take responsibility for me."

Later, Rong Lan ascends the throne. In a grand wedding procession stretching ten miles, he marries the merchant's daughter Shen Jiaojiao as his empress. But on their wedding night, the empress suddenly vanishes, and the new emperor disappears with her.

That night, countless lights make the imperial palace as bright as day. In a desolate palace, Rong Lan, dressed in red and carrying a glass lantern, blocks a slender young eunuch and pins him against a ruined palace wall.

"Does A Jiao intend to have her way with me and then abandon me?"

"I was too reckless before and did many things to hurt you. I hope you can..."

"If I don't want to, who could force me?"

Note: The male lead is truly gentle and refined on the outside. Before becoming emperor, he's a gentle, pitiful man who needs the female lead to protect him.

★★ Upcoming 2: After Becoming a Couch Potato, I Became Everyone's Darling and The Regent I Wronged Was Reborn. Their blurbs are on my author page. If you're interested, please check them out →

★★★ Upcoming: The Rough General's Delicate Young Wife

Pei Sheng, the great general of Liang, grew up in the army. He went to war with his uncle at fourteen and has won countless military honors. Yet even though he is well past twenty, he has no intention of taking a wife. His mother is beside herself with worry, so she specifically asks the emperor to arrange a marriage for him.

A banquet to welcome him home is called a celebration, but in reality it's a matchmaking session.

Countless delicate young noblewomen sit before Pei Sheng. The scent of cosmetics fills the air as they giggle and cast flirtatious glances his way.

Pei Sheng is dumbfounded. Their chatter grates on his nerves, and he can't stand it. He gets up to leave, but the emperor stops him. "My dear subject, will you choose for yourself, or shall I choose for you?"

Pei Sheng: "Choose your own grandpa!"

"My grandpa isn't into men."

"..." Pei Sheng is thoroughly annoyed. He closes his eyes and points at someone at random. "Her!"

Li Hua, sitting off to the side: "???"

Li Hua is the legitimate daughter of the Anping Marquis's household, but she is not loved. Her mother died young, and her father pays her no attention. Still, since she is the legitimate daughter, the Anping Marquis brings her out at banquets to keep up appearances.

Li Hua never imagines that she is only there to make up the numbers, but one careless point from the general turns her into the center of attention. Then the emperor laughs and announces, "This is Li Hua, the legitimate daughter of the Anping Marquis. You have a good eye, General Pei." In front of everyone at the banquet, the emperor personally writes out an imperial decree: "...The wedding is tomorrow."

Li Hua: "..."

After the banquet, Pei Sheng catches up with her. "Why did you move when I pointed at you? This general has money and good looks. What about me isn't good enough for you?"

Li Hua thinks for a long time. "...It's my first time getting married, so I'm a little nervous."

Pei Sheng: "How fussy."

He leaves after tossing out those two words, leaving her behind.

The next day, the wedding procession stretches as far as the eye can see, and firecrackers go off along the ten-mile main street. Yet the groom arrives at the Li residence on a single horse to fetch his bride, saying, "The bridal sedan got stuck on the road."

The Li family is completely baffled. Seeing them dawdle, Pei Sheng barges in, lifts Li Hua over his shoulder, and carries her to the wedding sedan. "You'd better not make trouble and keep me from practicing my sword."

Li Hua nods. "All right."

Who would have thought that on the first day of their marriage, her husband would practice swordsmanship all night, the sound of his blade whistling through the air until dawn?

After Li Hua enters the household, Pei Sheng refuses to look at her and treats her coldly, no matter how many people try to persuade him otherwise. Later, under his mother's pressure, he begins putting on an act. Every night, he waits until well after midnight before returning to his room, leaving Li Hua alone. Even the blood on the white silk from their wedding night comes from him cutting his own finger with his sword.

After all, Li Hua is the legitimate daughter of the Anping Marquis. She has delicate skin and picture-perfect features, yet she has married a general with rough skin and calloused hands. Everyone thinks she's been wronged, and fears that if she angers the general one day, he might cut her throat with a single stroke.

Li Hua: "He makes sure to tuck me in before leaving at night, drops by my courtyard to mooch meals now and then, and even bought me a box of hairpins for the Qixi Festival. What is going on?"

When the Pei family sees that Li Hua still isn't pregnant, they start thinking about taking concubines for Pei Sheng.

But this time Pei Sheng reacts like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, his eyes red with anger. "Whoever tries to get me a concubine will have me to answer to!"

"I only want her in this lifetime!"

"I only want Hua Hua."

Little scene

Pei Sheng holds his petite wife. His rough fingertip gently strokes her face, and his eyes hold a tenderness he'd never shown before. "Hua Hua, bear with me. If I get too rough, pinch me. My skin's tough, so it won't hurt. Don't believe me? Try it."

His petite wife slowly smiles, her smile lovely and radiant. "How could I dare pinch the general?"

The great general pulls her close around the waist and gently coaxes her. "Hua Hua, will you call me your husband?"

Theme: Work hard to get rich and forge your own path in life.