Consort? Toss Him Aside (Reborn)

Li Chiyue once asked her consort, "On the day I ascend the throne, would you rather serve in the court... or enter my harem?"

Ji Qingxun chose the throne.

Princess Chiyue had once missed her chance at the throne and was locked away in a lonely tower.

With no way to turn things around, Li Chiyue resolutely threw herself from the high tower

When she woke, the common-born strategist who had yet to make his name was beside her pillow.

Her hatred ran bone-deep. Now that she had him in her grasp, she should get rid of him as soon as possible.

Ji Qingxun had chosen an ambitious princess and used her influence to pave his way to the throne.

As for their mutual affection, it was merely an embellishment to his claim to the throne.

But at some point, the princess gradually slipped beyond his control.

Until one day, he saw the darling he held in his palm leaning against another man's shoulder.

His restraint shattered. Ji Qingxun pulled Li Chiyue out of the young man's arms.

She showed no shame, only covering her collar as she said coldly, "Such audacity. Do you really think you're something to be played with?"

The way his princess looked at him was unruly and full of loathing.

Later, Ji Qingxun stood on bloodstained steps, still refusing to let go of her hand. "I'll help you achieve greatness. You belong to me."

Chiyue frowned at the dirty blood on her hand. "I only believe in the rule that when the cunning hare is dead, the hound is cooked."

P.S. 1v1, both leads' first times. The male lead seems ambitious, but he's actually a hopeless romantic.

[Content warning] The male lead does not change. If that's not for you, don't read. I can't explain every bit of foreshadowing in the blurb, so don't read it and then rant, cursing this chase-your-wife-to-the-crematorium story for not being the kind you like. Go find something you enjoy.

Xia Sushuang's sword was peerless, yet she guarded three thatched cottages on a mountain and knew nothing of worldly affairs.

This time, she went to the capital to visit her eldest disciple, Song Guanqiong, heir to the Duke of Dingguo.

Who would have thought that villains would plot against her, and she would spend a night of passion with her disciple?

When they awoke, their eyes met in silence.

For the first time, Xia Sushuang's sword-wielding hand trembled, and her bitten lips stung as she pressed them together.

Her usually composed eldest disciple discreetly turned his gaze away from those lips and begged forgiveness. "This disciple couldn't resist the drug's effects and has brought shame upon you, Master. Please punish me!"

Enduring the discomfort throughout her body, she forced herself to remain calm and dignified. "This has nothing to do with you. Let's pretend it never happened. We are still master and disciple."

But where she couldn't see him, the hope in Song Guanqiong's bright phoenix eyes was doused, leaving nothing but ashes.

Later, Xia Sushuang raced a thousand miles to save the one she loved, nearly dying at the border.

Song Guanqiong was the one who carried her back from a mound of corpses.

But when Xia Sushuang awoke and looked at her disciple, confusion appeared in her eyes. "Who are you?"

At that moment, Song Guanqiong's heart pounded wildly.

He was afraid he could no longer be a good disciple to his master.

After she recovered, Xia Sushuang couldn't remember many things.

She seemed to have been a master, and her eldest disciple had been respectful, quiet, and steady.

But the man before her, who looked so much like her eldest disciple, kept telling her over and over that he was her husband.

A ridiculously powerful but naive heroine who's easily fooled x a proper and pure-seeming male lead who is actually a scheming black lotus

This is not a jianghu martial arts story. Most of it takes place among the capital's great families.

P.S. 1v1, both leads' first times. The male lead didn't administer the drug, but after seeing his master drugged, he swallowed a whole bottle of it himself.

Theme: Don't let darkness extinguish your longing for a beautiful life