The Beautiful Bedchamber Maid

#A seemingly refined but actually stubborn and deranged heir × a delicate climbing vine who grows strong#

"Possessive pursuit × desperate groveling to win her back"

Everyone knew the heir of the Prince of Jing'an was cold and fussy. He'd spent years frequenting brothels and courtesan houses without taking an interest in a single woman. His friends used to tease him, wondering what celestial beauty could possibly catch his eye.

Zhou Zuo would only smile faintly, every inch the refined and haughty aristocrat.

But later, people heard that his little concubine had died. They thought, well, she was dead, and from Zhou Zuo's cool demeanor, it seemed he hadn't cared much for the young woman anyway.

But half a year passed, then a year, then two, and Zhou Zuo still searched tirelessly from one end of the country to the other. The great families of Fengjing whispered that the heir of the Prince of Jing'an had gone mad. Her bones had already been burned to ashes, yet he still argued with the emperor, his eyes bloodshot, insisting she wasn't dead. How could he not be mad?

The emperor couldn't bear to watch any longer and issued a strict order for him to return to the prince's residence and stop roaming everywhere. Only then did Zhou Zuo finally calm down. Just as the prince and princess were secretly breathing a sigh of relief, he went and invited Maoshan Taoist priests and the Grand Protector to discuss ways to bring her back to life.

The prince and princess: "..."

At first, Zhou Zuo did many things to keep Ranran by his side.

Ranran fought with all her might to escape.

Later, Zhou Zuo did many things to get Ranran to keep him by her side.

But Ranran said, "Zhou Zuo, the love you talk about makes me feel suffocated."

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1. The heroine is weak at first, but will grow stronger.

2. The heroine suffers first, then the hero. No false promises: send him straight into the fire pit, and don't let him win her back until his ashes have been scattered!

3. There are countless good stories out there, and the author's abilities are limited. If a storyline isn't to your liking, stop reading in time. There's no need to tell me.

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Completed historical romance: A Marriage Plot

Song's father was stripped of his official position and exiled to Lingnan. The Song household fell into ruin.

To keep the family from being preyed upon, Lady Liu, the Song family's matriarch, had no choice but to take her young daughter to the Yong'an Marquis's residence and seek help from her aunt, the Lady Liu of that household. All she asked for was a place to stay.

On the day they arrived, Lady Liu pointed to a young boy in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by admirers, and whispered to her daughter, "See that young cousin in the black robe with silver embroidery? His name is Shen Ji. Ning'er, you must get along well with him from now on. It would be best if you could win his favor."

Seven-year-old Song Yuning nodded timidly. Her fingers clutched her skirt tightly as she lowered her eyes and committed every word her mother said to memory.

Later, all of Fengjing knew that a beautiful and scheming young cousin had come to the Yong'an Marquis's residence. She was always making a fool of herself trying to seduce the heir, dreaming of marrying into wealth and status.

At first, Shen Ji thought so too.

Until one day he saw his little cousin's clumsy tenderness and affected concern directed at someone else. That fool had failed to see through her hypocrisy and ambition, and was already planning to have a matchmaker visit the household to propose marriage!

The usually warm and kind young lord Shen darkened his expression and forcefully intervened to ruin the match.

On a stormy night, by a twist of fate, Song Yuning was trapped between the sheets with Shen Ji. Her face flushed, her brows knitted, and her delicate lips pressed tightly shut as she refused to make a sound.

Shen Ji gripped her slender waist and whispered in her ear through his ragged breaths, his voice restrained. "I'll take responsibility."

In an instant, Song Yuning's face went pale and her eyelashes trembled. Her lovely eyes, full of emotion, were filled with panic. "N-no, don't!"

Shen Ji stopped, as if he couldn't believe what he'd heard.

His little cousin lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him. "Let's... let's just pretend this never happened. What do you say?"

Lightning and thunder outside drowned out the passion filling the room. Shen Ji instinctively tightened his hold, ignoring her broken voice as he gritted out, "Fine. As you wish."

Theme: Nothing can become a cage that binds us