I Regret Urging My Husband to Seek a Marquisate

Blurb:

Pei Lin, military governor of the Three Garrisons, rose from humble beginnings and won brilliant military victories, driving the Rong and Di tribes back at every turn. The day he returned to Chang'an to receive his title, he rode a silver-saddled white horse, swift as a shooting star, and became the dream lover of countless young women.

Unfortunately, years ago, he was bound by a hunter's daughter's "kindness in feeding him a meal" and had no choice but to marry her as his principal wife.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh for him.

A hunter's daughter and a young general:

worlds apart.

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Jiang Jin was an orphan raised on the kindness of many households. She knew she was unworthy of Pei Lin and had no intention of asking for his love. He spent most of his time away on campaigns, so she stayed in Chang'an, managing his household and taking care of everything so he could focus on his duties.

Pei Lin treated her well. He never chased after other women, and he left his salary and rewards at home for her to spend.

Apart from having no feelings for her, he was just about the perfect husband.

News of war came one after another. Pei Lin had been home only a few days when he was about to leave for another campaign.

On the night before they parted, Jiang Jin lay beside him in silence for a long time. At last, all she said was, "Take care of yourself. I'll wait for you to come back."

When you return, we'll divorce.

He did not reply for a long time. Jiang Jin turned her head and saw only his stern profile and closed eyes.

Jiang Jin stayed silent for a long while. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back ten years in the past.

Pei Lin had yet to make his name. Covered in blood, he lay on the path she always took into the mountains to hunt.

1. An alternate-history mishmash, with a clumsy imitation of the Tang Dynasty. Some settings and characters are inspired by history, but the protagonists are not based on real people. This is a gooey, romance-focused story; the plot is just there to support the romance. Don't take the flimsy political scheming too seriously.

2. The male lead is a virgin. This is a broken-mirror reunion story, a broken-mirror reunion story, a broken-mirror reunion story. I said it three times because it's important. If you have expectations that don't fit this genre, please be gentle when you criticize me after reading, sob.

3. Blurb: March 6, 2022. Officially documented, ovo.

Here's a taste of another story I'm saving for later~

"Rebellious Marriage"

Blurb:

Her imperial brother, Shen Ke, is the person Mingfu cares about most.

He protected her as she grew up in the lonely palace. On the day rebels stormed the imperial capital, he was the one who took her hand and led her to safety.

The land was shattered and their former splendor was gone. Their noble halos as prince and princess fell away, and they wandered from place to place.

But Mingfu didn't care about any of that.

As long as she could stay with her big brother forever, everything would be fine.

Until one night, her brother, set on restoring their kingdom, gently took her hand and said softly:

"The prince of the Helian tribe has taken a liking to you. He says you're precious, and is willing to trade thirty thousand cavalrymen for you."

Shen Ke has always been certain that he has no regrets.

He doesn't regret the years they spent relying on each other, and he regrets even less using her sincere love for him.

Just a little longer.

He thought that once he had achieved his ambitions, he would bring her back to his side and never be parted from her again.

But why, on the day he successfully turned the tide of disaster and overturned the world, did she choose to die with Helian Jing, leaving him only a fleeting, resentful glance?

Shen Ke went mad and rushed into the sea of flames to save her. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to seven years earlier.

He was holding her trembling hand. They had just escaped the fire that burned the imperial capital to the ground.

Seventeen-year-old Shen Ke, covered in soot, told her, "Don't be afraid. Big brother is here."

Before the little princess from the Central Plains gave him the name "Jing," Helian Jing was more used to hearing other names.

His people submitted to him and called him king. The people of the Central Plains feared him and called him barbarian. When the woman who gave birth to him was still alive, she would sometimes call him softly, in a good mood: Aleda.

Only she would wrap her arms around his neck and say, "Helian Jing, you're such a good person. I like you."

She taught him to read books with difficult words and write difficult characters. She taught him to see himself as a person, rather than a beast who only knew how to eat raw meat and drink blood.

Ten thousand times, he regretted giving in to his attraction to her and bringing home a little ancestor to torment him.

But for the ten thousand and first time, he would still take her hand and swear before the snow-capped mountains that never melted:

In this life, the next, and every life to come... he would be with Shen Mingfu, never to part.

The heroine is a resilient, innocent little flower. The male lead is a dark, career-driven man. The second male lead is a mixed-race romantic fool.

Both the heroine and the male lead are reborn, while the second male lead will retain some memories.

The male lead and second male lead are both virgins. The terms are used only to distinguish their roles and don't indicate the heroine's final choice.

Another story I'm saving for later: "Mistaken Orchid Season"

Blurb:

Lanshi made a deal with Fu Hengzhi, who had become stranded in the countryside, gravely wounded and close to death.

She would take him home and treat his wounds in exchange for half a gold ingot, enough for her to bury her deceased husband.

Lanshi had no idea that the man she had saved had such an exalted identity.

On the day Fu Hengzhi recovered, a large group of soldiers surrounded the place.

He lifted his chin and pointed at her arrogantly with his riding crop:

"This country girl is rough and unrefined, and recently widowed, but she did save my life. Take her back with us. She'll do as a concubine."

Lanshi only wanted to remain faithful to her late husband and refused, but he forcibly seized her and took her back to the capital.

Through countless nights of bitter, obsessive entanglement, she gritted her teeth in hatred while he kissed her neck again and again, whispering in her ear:

"You may hate me, but that man is dead. In the end, you can only be mine."

He kept her imprisoned. She tried to escape again and again, but never succeeded. Yet she refused to be a bird in a golden cage, and in the end, she plunged a dagger into his heart.

Fu Hengzhi had always known that she hated him to the core. But things had gone too far: he couldn't turn back, and he couldn't let go.

He thought that one stab would be enough to end the tangled half-century of love and resentment between them. But he never expected to be reborn on the day she first found him.

Fu Hengzhi thought, This time, I must treat her more gently.

He lay still in the damp mountain woods at summer's end, letting blood pour from his wounds as the rain washed the warmth from his body.

But even as he lost consciousness completely, that familiar figure never appeared.

Summoning the last of his strength, he crawled down the mountain like a dying dog and made it to her wooden cottage.

In the warm yellow candlelight, she sat by the window, her face calm and serene.

Another man, slender and graceful, held her close and gently kissed the top of her head.

It was her late husband from her past life, with whom she had shared a deeply loving marriage.

Both are reborn, with a time gap.

An absurdly melodramatic story where I'm letting loose. The only thing I can promise is that there are no scumbag men.

Theme: Love must be honest.