A Care Manual for the Sickly Beauty

[Naturally seductive beauty in ill health × a madman]

Gu Yanrong, the regent of Southern Chu, wields power with ruthless cruelty, and his fearsome reputation is the talk of the streets.

At the banquet where the emperor is choosing a consort for the regent, all the noble young ladies are on edge, lowering their eyes and hoping not to be chosen.

Only the frail, pampered youngest daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo's household lifts her eyes, her expression inscrutable.

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Xie Qingwan was born frail, yet possessed a delicate, ethereal beauty. No matter how you looked at her, she seemed languid and pitiful.

Acting on imperial orders, Gu Yanrong brought her into the regent's residence and gave her every comfort, but felt no particular interest in this delicate beauty.

But gradually, he realized that the girl's misty, delicate eyes were beautiful, her cherry-red lips were beautiful, even her soft, pale fingers were so lovely they seemed unreal.

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One day, Xie Qingwan was sitting in the courtyard to escape the heat, savoring a cherry, when the usually aloof regent approached her with a dark look in his eyes.

Lately, he had been looking at her more and more strangely.

Leaning against the jade couch, the girl idly waved her round fan and, still puzzled, bit into the cherry.

The man's inscrutable gaze traced her wet, red lips as he asked in a husky voice, "Is it sweet?"

[Reading guide]

One couple, devoted to each other in both body and heart; a sweet story of a marriage that turns into love.

The official systems and customs are a hodgepodge and should not be taken as historically accurate. A bow.

My next book: After the Cold and Aloof Sword Venerable Took Me In

The Sword Venerable Lou Guiji of Zhehuang slaughtered his way through the Sea of Wuwang. In the miasma, a slender girl came toward him carrying a lantern.

His swordlight illuminated her impossibly clear red eyes, dark and sinister.

The Zhehuang sword in the Sword Venerable's hand hummed faintly. Before his sword intent could stir, an unfathomable evil creature suddenly tumbled down before him.

Her bones were soft, and she was utterly frail.

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Lou Guiji brought an evil creature back from the depths of the Sea of Wuwang.

Snow fell all year round in Wushuntian. Afraid of the cold, the creature often curled into a ball and pressed against him to draw warmth from his spiritual energy, quiet and harmless.

Until the year's coldest, longest night, when scarlet miasma filled Wushuntian. The creature's fingertips, icy cold, brushed softly over the Sword Venerable's cool brows and lashes.

Heaven and earth turned upside down, and a dream drenched them both.

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Jiang Yang fled Wushuntian and ran into a certain unspeakable figure from Wushuntian once more in the mortal world.

Lou Guiji casually held the mirror demon she had been hunting. His lashes lifted halfway, and sword intent instantly closed in around them.

His fingertips were warm, just as they had been when they brushed the corner of her eye on that longest night.

The Zhehuang sword's trembling ring was close by her ear, but the Sword Venerable's voice was closer still: "Where else are you going?"

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