The Regent's Beloved

Nangong Che is the emperor's most beloved second prince of the Da Li Kingdom. He is strikingly beautiful, peerless in looks, accomplished in both letters and arms, yet has a violent, obsessive, bloodthirsty, and unpredictable nature.

He is also arrogant and conceited, and despises women as if they were venomous snakes and scorpions, treating them as though they don't exist.

The emperor is nearly driven gray with worry. Even the most beautiful woman in all of Da Li can't catch his eye. What kind of woman could possibly meet the second prince's standards?

Then he takes a trip outside the capital and returns with a woman of icy bearing and breathtaking beauty, whom he wants to marry.

What's more, she has already been married to a man from an enemy kingdom, and she doesn't think much of him at all.

The emperor is so furious he nearly drops dead, and flatly refuses to approve the match.

Before meeting Mo Xue, Nangong Che: Women only slow down the speed at which I draw my sword!

After meeting Mo Xue, Nangong Che: In my eyes, there are only two kinds of people in this world: Mo Xue, and everyone who isn't Mo Xue.

After Mo Xue is disfigured, Nangong Che: It's not that a scar has appeared on her face. It's that all of your faces are missing one.

Little Scene:

People laugh behind the once-arrogant second prince's back, saying he's fallen for a woman who's already been married. She must be a practitioner of witchcraft, and have cast a love spell on the prince to make him cling to her.

Nangong Che hears them, stops in his tracks, and turns back toward the courtyard where Mo Xue is hidden.

In the quiet room, lamplight flickers as the rich, crisp scent of pear blossom liquor fills the air. The woman dances barefoot, her graceful shadow like a startled swan. An iron chain at her ankle rings out in time with her movements...

The corners of Nangong Che's bewitching eyes turn faintly red. Jealousy, like a venomous snake, devours his reason. He tears his gaze from the woman's slender waist, rushes forward, and pins her to the bed. Gritting his teeth, he says, "I wish what they said were true. If you clung to me as desperately as you miss him, I would be willing to die for it."

He has forged the finest sword in the world, drunk the strongest liquor in the world, and possessed the highest honors in the world, yet he cannot win the heart of the woman he loves most!

An icy, proud heroine VS a bewitching, sinister, obsessive and unpredictable male lead, a lovesick madman who falls for her at first sight, loves her more with every meeting, and will never let go even in death.

Possessive pursuit, one couple, both are each other's only partners.

Next Book: Love, Right on Time

When Wen Yixin married Pei Jin, she was still thinking of someone else, and her feelings ran deep.

He was her first love. They had been together for seven years. When he cruelly forced her to leave, the love they had once sworn would last forever turned into poison, eating away at her heart and bones and leaving her in unbearable pain.

Their married life was respectful and harmonious, calm and undisturbed, at least as far as she could tell.

Until the night of their first wedding anniversary.

Candlelight, red wine, a diamond ring, a luxurious penthouse suite. The scene felt familiar.

She was quite drunk, lost in a haze of desire, and a familiar figure seemed to overlap with the one before her...

As they clung to each other, she dug her nails deep into Pei Jin's back and, trembling, called out the name she'd buried in the depths of her heart for so long: "Jiang Heng!"

She waited for him to ask for a divorce. She would accept any terms. After all, he was so proud that he could never endure such a humiliation.

Three days passed, and still nothing happened.

She was on pins and needles, enduring the agony every day. She printed out the divorce papers and finally went to him. "I'm sorry. Let's get divorced."

Burn marks dotted the carpet, and cigarette butts littered the room. The man was disheveled and haggard. He took the divorce papers and tore them to shreds in front of her. His eyes bloodshot, he said fiercely, "Divorce? Don't even think about it.

"So what if you love him? It's not like I can't give you love too!"

Love must come at the right time, too. Wait while I dig him out of your heart, then put myself in his place!

Theme: Sincerity can move even the hardest heart