Feng Zhaoyan had never fallen for anyone. The only time she ever took notice of someone at a palace banquet was because of something he said.
"Every noblewoman in the capital is a groveling sycophant. In my eyes, their sincerity is no more than mud and rubble. Who cares for their flattery? I deign to lower myself to amuse them, and you envy them for it? How ridiculous."
From then on, at the many palace banquets that flowed by like water, whenever Feng Zhaoyan encountered this spoiled, haughty imperial consort, she made a point of keeping her distance.
But at some point, the lofty imperial consort began frequently appearing at flower-viewing banquets, poetry gatherings, and elegant salons hosted by aristocratic families.
Only belatedly did Feng Zhaoyan realize that wherever she went, Mu Yanheng was sure to be there.
This bold, arrogant imperial consort pursued her everywhere and even declared that he was in love with her!
Slightly tipsy, Feng Zhaoyan watched the imperial consort pressing her aggressively, a hint of shyness showing through, and found it amusing.
Their Highness treated love like a game. It seemed he had grown bored lately and decided to make her his new amusement.
If so, she might as well see what he planned to do.
In the pavilion, the breeze stirred and the palace lanterns swayed. Feng Zhaoyan lowered her gaze with a hint of amusement.
To her surprise, Mu Yanheng suddenly shut his eyes and rose onto his tiptoes to meet her.
Caught completely off guard, Feng Zhaoyan was forced to touch something soft. Then the pavilion filled with noise: a chorus of sharp inhales, and the scattered thuds of people dropping to their knees.
For the first time in her life, Feng Zhaoyan was caned in front of a crowd, suffering such humiliation.
As each blow landed, beneath the imperial authority, she thought of many things. Most clearly, she remembered their imperial consort's contemptuous dismissal of the noblewomen that night.
Amid the faint sounds of ridicule, Feng Zhaoyan lowered her eyes and suddenly smiled.
[Coming soon] My Husband Is Not to My Liking (Matriarchal Society)
A forgotten god x a young husband who witnessed his own abandonment as a child, grew into a master of disguise, and never forgives a slight
[A marriage schemed and struggled for]
Wearing a veiled hat, the young husband almost threw up on the spot. He lowered his voice, clenched his hands with all his restraint, then slowly spoke.
"Ruin someone's marriage, and you'll be struck by lightning."
Zhuohua lounged over a fortune-telling stall, lazily listening to the beautiful young man weep and complain. She raised an amused eyebrow.
Struck by lightning? It would feel like a tickle. She wasn't afraid.
Besides, this deity was only looking out for him. That woman might seem wealthy, but her future was full of misfortune, and she was destined to have no descendants. It was hardly a good match.
"Young master, that woman has left. Would you mind paying for your fortune-telling?"
Zhuohua muttered to herself, counting on her fingers and doing calculations. Smiling faintly, she moved the bamboo basket for money toward him, thinking, One more merit point. Once I have offerings, my divine power will recover another level. Even her carefree smile warmed as she imagined it.
"Come back next time, young master."
The beautiful young man's fingertips trembled slightly as he took out some silver and tossed it into the bamboo basket. His lips were tightly pressed together. His veil hid his expression, but he seemed to be struggling to contain his excitement.
Zhuohua pondered what he meant. Watching him hurry away with unsteady steps, she shook her head. "Poor thing. Don't tell me he's seen through the ways of the world just like that."
She pulled the bamboo basket back and set it beside her, her movements smooth and effortless. The woman tapped the table and gave a mischievous smile, her eyes gleaming like peach blossoms. "But collecting offerings this way is so easy. I get some fun, and my divine power recovers. It's the best of both worlds."
The woman played with the offerings in the bamboo basket, spreading them out and gathering them together again, her expression utterly delighted.
One-line summary: She breaks up a marriage and ends up with a whole heap of romantic entanglements
Theme: Fates come and go, but you are in the reading
[Coming soon] The Wife on the Roof (Matriarchal Society)
A scheming young husband x a calm, rational county lady from an enemy nation
The day her identity was exposed, with enemies on all sides, Liang Xuanyu was ready to seize her way out by force and fight through a bloody path to deliver the list back to the Yu Kingdom.
A young husband in his nightclothes stood beneath the moonlight, apparently waiting for her in front of the Thousand Mechanisms Tower for a long time.
Liang Xuanyu was covered in blood, her long sword dripping with it. After a moment of stunned silence, she stepped forward.
"Young master, don't stop me."
"I'm not here to stop you, Liang Xuanyu."
The autumn night was bitterly cold, dew chilling the air.
The young husband's plain, thin nightclothes seemed dusted with frost in the moonlight. "The victor is decided. I've come to collect the promise you owe me."
Liang Xuanyu tightened her grip on the hilt. After a moment's silence, she smiled. "Young master, what do you want?"
"Three days."
"What?"
"Three days and nights in bed."
Liang Xuanyu's expression changed from confusion to shock.
The young husband's expression remained cool throughout. "That's all I want."
"This concerns your chastity."
Liang Xuanyu felt even her breath growing hot. "We're enemies."
"I'm the only one who can get you out of here." The young husband lowered his phoenix eyes. "Liang Xuanyu, do you agree?"
Torches searching for them flared up everywhere. The entire Clear Wind Hall had mobilized, and their sounds seemed right beside them.
The fingers gripping Liang Xuanyu's sword hilt turned bone-white. Her breath drifted out like a faint mist.
"Liang Xuanyu, I have no choice, and neither do you."
The young husband stepped down. The moonlight was bright, and his jade-white feet were soft and slender.
Only then did Liang Xuanyu notice that he was not only dressed too lightly, but wasn't wearing shoes either. She instinctively frowned.
But the faint scent of medicine filled her arms, and the woman's answer caught in her throat.
"Liang Xuanyu, hold me tight."
After three days and nights, Liang Xuanyu left, but a piece of her heart remained behind.
Half a month later, news reached the Yu Kingdom that the new emperor of the Qian Kingdom had ascended the throne and would soon be married.
At the time, Liang Xuanyu was roused from a drunken stupor. Someone had left a portrait of the Qian emperor's phoenix consort on her desk.
Before Liang Xuanyu could react, her tenth senior sister sat up, hiccupped, and grabbed it.
Liang Xuanyu's elbow pressed down on the bottom of the scroll, and it unfurled. The young husband, dressed in a splendid phoenix robe, appeared before her eyes.
Liang Xuanyu felt a sharp pang in her heart. The wine flask fell, spilling wine across the floor.
Tags: Courtly romance, aristocratic families, bickering lovers, love and hate, serious tone, matriarchal society
Search keywords: Main character: Liang Xuanyu | Supporting character: Ruan Yanqing | Other: Being softhearted is a bad idea, and when you strike, you have to be quick. That's Liang Xuanyu's motto. Breaking two rules for one person is something she never imagined she would do.
One-line summary: Liang Xuanyu hesitates between her career and love
Theme: Win the heart first. What you want is their favoritism.
[Coming soon] I Plucked a Black Lotus (Matriarchal Society)
Outside the Fu residence, lanterns and decorations announced that a wedding was near.
Fu Ciyu held an umbrella over a pitiful young husband, drenched by the rain. Even after being tricked again and again, she still couldn't bring herself to withhold her handkerchief.
"What do you want this time?"
"I want you to marry me."
The young husband tilted his head up, his eyes red at the corners, and clutched the edge of Fu Ciyu's official robe, gripping it tightly.
In her career as an official, Fu Ciyu had never expected to meet someone like him.
He was cold-hearted and ruthless, willing to stop at nothing to get what he wanted. He lied constantly, deceived people completely, then discarded them without hesitation, as if he had been born without a heart.
She should never have had anything to do with someone like him.
But a murder case in Huaiyang County bound them together.
Fu Ciyu felt guilty, and he was so clever that the very first time they met, he tugged at her sleeve and looked up at her with a pitiful expression. "Fu Ciyu, could you help me get home?"
The Shangguan family was the foremost aristocratic clan in the capital, while the Cen family was worlds apart from them. Returning home would be nearly impossible.
Fu Ciyu had no choice but to take him in for the time being and let him stay at her house while they planned their next steps.
One assassination attempt after another came, while rumors ran wild through the streets and alleys.
Fu Ciyu had no choice but to take leave and go into hiding with him.
But the little liar was delighted. He spent her money, always choosing the best of everything and eating the finest food. She had no idea how the Cen family had raised him, but he was more pampered than the imperial consorts in the palace.
Fu Ciyu often found herself suspicious, but whenever he looked at her with those bright eyes, she swallowed her questions.
Never mind. She might as well see this through. All he wanted was to go home.
Shangguan Fei had never known anyone could be so easy to deceive.
And that person was also the great enemy who had executed him in his previous life.
Reborn, he was petty and determined to get even, no matter what.
As for returning to the Shangguan family, he couldn't think of a better excuse to cling to her side.
He wasn't about to dodge assassins on his own like he had in his previous life.
And Fu Ciyu had risen to prominence in her previous life, becoming a favorite of the new emperor and a rising star at court. She was certainly not to be underestimated.
He would have to keep her sweet and have her clear every obstacle for him, then...
Kick her to the curb.
Tags: Courtly romance, aristocratic families, devoted love, reborn, happy ending, matriarchal society
Fu Ciyu Shangguan Fei
One-line summary: Tricked once, then tricked every time
Theme: Don't make promises you can't keep. Leave yourself some leeway, or the face-slapping will hurt.
Theme: A master hunter often appears in the guise of prey
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What should I do? I feel like I really like Xiao Diqing.
Tsk, I really think this dumb slave tea
I'm convinced, everyone wants to harm the emperor and Qing. This Liu is even connived by the heroine, 6. Her brother is also an idiot. The heroine has always given me a pretentious feeling, and I thought she was so awesome, but in the end, this is it? Even a man living in her house could harm her, thinking that she was sure of it, but she was tricked so easily. She is very ambiguous and tolerant to all the men who like her, but she keeps pushing out the Di Qing whom she likes. Di Qing, please don't marry her. I'm afraid, if the main man marries her, her stupid brother won't kill him. Could the male protagonist stop being so love-minded and hurry up?
It's so annoying. When will the male protagonist know that the female protagonist and others are plotting against their siblings? Can the heroine stop pretending to be serious? I thought she was going to do something big all the time, but it turned out to be nothing. Poor Emperor Qing, you can't live a good life even if you are married to the heroine. With the heroine like Voldemort and the heroine's younger brother like green tea, he has to suffer, and there is also the mute slave. It's miserable to think about the male protagonist.
The heroine's brother feels so disgusting, so tea. I don't know, I thought you wanted to marry your sister. The heroine should just marry your brother.
The princess is really kind. She is good to her brother, and she is also very cute.
Help, the male lead is so cute
Little Diqing is so cute. She was so coaxed into being dizzy after just a few words.
Are the heroine's legs like this???
This is incredible, the male protagonist is so pitiful, and there is nothing left for him to be plotted by the female protagonist, so the female protagonist catches the male protagonist and fucks him, even his sister is not spared, and his father is also in danger. Quickly use the magic of time to go straight to the big torture. The father and mother of the male protagonist are dead, the sister is ignored, the younger brother of the female protagonist takes over, and the mute one takes over. Then the male protagonist knows everything, gets separated, and runs away with his sister, leaving the female protagonist and his brother to regret it.