Marrying the Young General of the Former Dynasty

Blurb: Xie Miao'er, the legitimate daughter of Grand Tutor Xie, grew up surrounded by luxury, yet was frail and sickly. When she died of illness one day, she transmigrated to the side of seventeen-year-old Lu Huaihai. Lu Huaihai, a general from the previous dynasty, was her moonlight. He made a name for himself at a young age, quelling rebellions along the coast and bringing the four corners of the realm to heel. His reputation was legendary. Later generations said: Had he not fallen victim to treacherous villains and died at just twenty-seven, a rare genius like him would surely have left an even more glorious mark on history. Xie Miao'er wholeheartedly agreed. What she hadn't expected was that on the very first day of her joyous transmigration, she'd witness Lu Huaihai fighting with his own father. She was stunned. There was no denying that the twenty-seven-year-old Lu Huaihai would become a great general whose illustrious achievements would go down in history. But at seventeen, he was still a reckless young man with eyes only for his sword, and a mouth capable of raising the dead just to make them furious. The history books had romanticized his youth far too much! By a twist of fate, a strange young girl appeared at the side of seventeen-year-old Lu Huaihai. She always looked at him with adoration. When he got into a fight, she handed him a knife; When he got beaten up, she applied medicine to his wounds; When he went off to war, she didn't come to see him off. Instead, she hid away and cried all by herself. Women are such a hassle. The young general, all bark and a soft heart, found her and pulled her tightly into his arms. “Wait for me to come back.” #Someone's eyes are red. I won't say who# Seventeen-year-old Lu Huaihai: “The realm is still in turmoil. How can I settle down? Hah, women only slow down my sword arm :)” Lu Huaihai later: “If you can't keep your own house in order, how can you set the world to rights? Let's finish this fight quickly. I still need to cuddle my wife ><” Xie Miao'er: ... Men are such a hassle. * A first love in both lifetimes, a sweet little story without much drama * No historical figures served as models; the setting is made up to serve the romance * No grand themes or elaborate worldbuilding, just a couple falling in love P.S. Non-VIP readers may find the web version expensive. Please use the Jinjiang app instead, where it costs three fen per thousand characters. Don't waste your money! Also, Apple charges a fee for iOS top-ups. You can top up through the Jinjiang website or Jinjiang's official Taobao shop, then read in the app. Don't throw your money away!!!!!!! Coming soon: “Alas, the Moon Shines on the Ditch” Blurb: “A lighthearted sweet romance / Princess x rugged soldier” In the second year of the new emperor's reign, he bundled up his own older sister, Zhao Mingzhen, the extravagant and pleasure-loving Grand Princess, and married her off to Yan Qu, a general born a commoner. One was a pampered princess, a precious branch of the royal family who needed a sedan chair to go out and bathed in milk. The other was a rough man from the wilderness, accustomed to sleeping under the open sky and swallowing blood with his broken teeth. Everyone said they were a terrible match. Betting shops were soon filled with wagers on when this ill-fated couple would split up. Amid all the speculation, Her Highness the Grand Princess swept a gleaming gold ingot onto the table and declared, “I bet three years.” “Within three years, I'll definitely kick him to the curb.” Zhao Mingzhen knew perfectly well that her marriage to Yan Qu was a matter of political convenience and calculated self-interest. On their wedding night, she drew a line down the middle of the marriage bed. “The left side is mine, and the right side is mine too.” “Then what was the point of drawing a line?” The up-and-coming general rolled his eyes and sensibly made himself a bed on the floor. In their first month of marriage, Zhao Mingzhen ordered him to sign an unfair contract. “No walking side by side, no holding hands, no looking at each other for more than three seconds...” She nudged him with her toe. “Are you signing or not? If you don't, we're divorcing today.” General Yan ground his teeth and snorted, then scrawled the name “Yan Qu” in the ugliest handwriting imaginable. In their third month of marriage, Zhao Mingzhen accidentally inhaled an aphrodisiac incense and slammed her hand on the table. “What kind of man expects me to go to his bed myself? Go tie him up and bring him here!” Yan Qu, dragged in bound: ... Their third year of marriage. Well, they didn't get divorced. Zhao Mingzhen suddenly realized that their marriage had become an addiction, a secret love come true. The broad-shouldered, long-legged man sat on the bed with her in his arms, rubbing his chin affectionately against the hollow of her neck. “You figured it out too late.” Zhao Mingzhen: ... She wanted to return him. She wanted a refund qaq Bonus scene: The money-loving Zhao Mingzhen had lost an entire gold ingot and was in a foul mood. Outside the window, Yan Qu had just returned from the training grounds, fully armored and humming a tune as he held a wooden box. “What are you carrying?” she asked suspiciously. The man only smiled and said nothing. He had bet his entire fortune on a lifetime together. * Coming soon: “When Spring Burns Out” Blurb: A Yu served Li Mingxiao, heir to the Marquis of Subei, with all the tenderness in her heart for three years. For those same three years, she was the notorious playboy young marquis's kept woman in Chang'an. She asked for no title and wanted no gold or silver. Her beautiful, limpid eyes always gazed quietly at the young marquis, as if brimming with unspoken love. Whenever A Yu looked at him like that, Li Mingxiao would lift her chin and turn her gaze away. “A counterfeit is still a counterfeit.” He smiled gently. “So if I gouged out your eyes... would you look more like her?” No matter how cruel he was, his A Yu seemed to accept it all, then softly tell him, “All right.” Li Mingxiao was sure A Yu loved him desperately. She was quiet and frail, with eyes and a heart only for him. She couldn't live without him. After spending so much time together, Li Mingxiao thought that perhaps he could go on living like this. But later... there was no later. His A Yu died. She died beneath the soldiers' hooves, and not a trace of her remains was found. The marriage contract he had meant to give her, hidden beneath a Kongming lantern, turned to ashes beneath the lanterns. Three years was the limit Zhou Shiyu had set for herself to lose her way in love. She walked out of the sweet dream she'd brewed herself. But the arrogant young marquis who had repeatedly said he would treat her as a substitute now stood with bloodshot eyes, placing the dagger she held against his heart into her hand. His voice was hoarse as he said, “A Yu, look at me one more time. Please?” Even though he knew she had always only looked through his eyes at someone else. Theme: Unwavering devotion can overcome even mountains and seas