The Timid Heiress Clings to the Villain's Leg

Currently drafting ┌(;￣◇￣)┘ Scheming, timid heiress × sweet on the outside, dark and crazy on the inside, lovesick yandere Song Qingrong was reborn. At the engagement banquet, flowers crowded together and guests filled the hall. Everyone said that the chief councilor's eldest legitimate daughter and the newly appointed top scholar, Xiao Ke, were a match made in heaven, a perfect couple of talent and beauty. In her previous life, Song Qingrong had thought so too. But in the end The sweetheart she had trusted killed her, then lovingly embraced the princess and knelt in devotion to kiss her fair, slender fingers. The good son-in-law her parents and clan had admired slaughtered her entire family without blinking. In front of the Hall of Mercy, a white silk cord cruelly strangled her noble consort aunt and her cousin, the crown prince. The newly risen, ambitious lackey, dressed in a fresh golden crown and red robe, knelt to welcome the Second Prince, the mastermind who had wiped out her entire family, as he ascended the throne. - The only person who could, and might, reach out to help her in her desperate situation was Zhou Hechuan, heir to the Prince of Zhenbei. He was the gentlest and strongest man Song Qingrong had ever met. Only he would patiently listen to her muddled drunken ramblings late at night from behind a screen. Only he would apprehend the man who had harmed her older brother in her previous life without asking why. And only he was willing to stand firmly by her side, right or wrong. Song Qingrong saw him as a beacon in the darkness, sent by Heaven to show her the way. So she grew ever more dependent on him, trusting him and falling in love with him. But later, Song Qingrong accidentally discovered the truth Behind the screen, Zhou Hechuan softly comforted her while drunk, all the while carving strips of flesh from the people who had hurt her. As he listened to her and apprehended that criminal, he had already investigated every little thing she had ever mentioned in passing, over and over. While he softly professed his trust in her at her side, the people who stood against her were being tortured again and again by his men. Song Qingrong tried to escape. Just as she was about to board a ship leaving Wangjing She saw the handsome young man standing in the pouring rain, pale as a wandering ghost, drenched from head to toe, his eyes like ghostly flames in the dark. He wasn't a warm beacon. He was a bloodstained moon. - That day, the Second Prince, who was attempting to seize the throne, had the city under siege. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were about to enter the capital. Song Qingrong was frantic, like an ant on a hot griddle, and begged him to write a letter requesting troops from the Prince of Zhenbei. To her surprise, the gorgeous young man before her laughed until he trembled, the corners of his eyes flushed red. His voice was excited: "The Prince of Zhenbei? There is no such thing." Then he leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "If you want soldiers, don't go to the Prince of Zhenbei. Come to me." Love me, and I'll give you everything. Reading guide: 1. The Prince of Zhenbei commands the army. The male lead, as his heir and only child, was initially kept in Wangjing as a hostage. 2. The setting is fictional, and relations between men and women are relatively open. Dating before marriage is very common. 3. The male lead acts fairly normal around the female lead, because all his gentleness and patience are reserved for her. Theme: None