Don't Come in Late Spring

·Completed / Upcoming story blurb below / Weibo: @XiaoYuJuanYiJuan When Shen Chushi married Xie Rongjue, she was still the late emperor's beloved ninth princess. Though she knew Xie Rongjue was cold-hearted by nature, she thought that since they had met as children, she would eventually warm his heart. But after her father died of illness and her elder brother ascended the throne, Shen Chushi became a fallen princess with no one to support her. Many people in the capital secretly mocked her. She had spent so long chasing after Xie Rongjue, yet never received so much as a shred of affection from him. Shen Chushi suddenly remembered the day they first met. After all those years, it turned out her love had been nothing but wishful thinking on her part. He was just as the Buddhist verse said: unable to escape his karmic burdens. * Xie Rongjue was born a favored son of Heaven, until the imperial decree betrothing him to Shen Chushi suddenly arrived. The marriage had come about so absurdly that when Shen Chushi brought up divorce, Xie Rongjue merely raised an eyebrow and asked, "Have you made up your mind?" Shen Chushi handed him the divorce agreement and said only, "May you get everything you wish for from now on, Young Lord." After the divorce, he did indeed get his wish. He could do as he pleased, frequenting the pleasure quarters without anyone daring to criticize him. Until one day, they unexpectedly met at a spring banquet. Shen Chushi looked composed and smiled pleasantly. At the time, rumors were circulating in Shengjing that she would probably marry Lin Ji, the Deputy Minister of the Court of Judicial Review. Everyone was envious, all agreeing that this was an exceptionally good match. But no one saw the Duke Zhenguo's heir, born cold-hearted, pull Shen Chushi behind a rockery and ask, "Your Highness, are you planning to marry Lin Ji?" Shen Chushi raised her head, pulled her hand free from his grasp, and looked at him with eyes as dark as ink, devoid of emotion. "...Xie Rongjue." She paused, then continued, looking at him, "You and I are already divorced. Who I marry now has nothing to do with you." Xie Rongjue had always been too cold-hearted to believe anyone who spoke of being unable to escape the bonds of love. It was only after that day that he realized he was the one who couldn't escape his karmic debt. At last, he understood what it meant to want something you could never have. · Fallen princess x cold-hearted heir · Happy ending, first love for both leads. The male lead is ruthless and unempathetic early on. No white moonlight. · At heart, it's a story about a man realizing what he lost, mainly involving taming a heartless wretch. · Weibo: XiaoYuJuanYiJuan. Anyone want a crispy, savory one~ Upcoming story 1: Hiding My Spring Oriole Before the Chengping Marquis's household was disgraced, Jiang Fuyu's cousin was a young prodigy renowned throughout the capital, and her maternal grandfather, the Marquis of Chengping, was a famous founding general. She was betrothed to her cousin from childhood, and everyone in the capital envied her match. Then came a sudden case of treason and collusion with the enemy. The emperor flew into a rage, her grandfather was convicted, and her fiance was thrown into prison. As Jiang Fuyu knelt in the palace, pleading with His Majesty to investigate the Marquis's alleged rebellion, the capital was dark with storm clouds. Someone emerged slowly from the gloom. It was Wei Zhen, the regent who now held the reins of government. He carried a bamboo-ribbed umbrella and stopped beside Jiang Fuyu for a moment. Then he leaned over, tilted the umbrella toward her, and gave a slow, amused chuckle. "Miss Jiang, are you trying to save your sweetheart?" His expression was languid. "Instead of begging His Majesty... why not beg me?" * Wei Zhen was always deep and inscrutable, his moods unpredictable. Dealing with him was no different from bargaining with a tiger. Jiang Fuyu went to him because she had no other choice, but she had never thought of becoming further entangled with him. When her grandfather's family was finally cleared of their false charges, Wei Zhen was away on a campaign. To avoid complications, her grandfather quickly set a date for her wedding to her cousin. They were to be married shortly before the end of the year. That evening, snow fell heavily. The drums and gongs rang out in the distance, but she sat alone in her room for a long time, waiting for the groom who never came. Half the wedding candles had burned down when at last she heard someone approaching from afar. The newcomer used the cold blade of a sword to lift her wedding veil. The silk split apart under the fierce sword strokes. She looked up in a daze, meeting a pair of pitch-black eyes. The man who should have been away on campaign was holding a long sword, snow clinging to his hair as he looked down at her. "You provoked me, and you still think you can marry someone else?" "You thought this would let you escape me?" Wei Zhen chuckled. "Xiaoman, you're always so naive." Story in progress: The Moon Rises at Xiguan Female general x regent They exchanged glances from across a room full of distinguished guests, their rivalry plain for all to see. Amid the clinking of cups, no one knew of his obsessive longing. Theme: Don't wait until the flowers are gone to break off a branch.