Pearls and Jade

[Complete] New novel, Springtime Delay, launches on May 17! Ten thousand words on the first day, hehe (≧▽≦)/ [@Little Conch Shell Goes Beep Beep] Sweet and clever young princess × warm on the outside, cold within, fake saintly prince Childhood sweethearts / Female lead sent to the palace as a hostage / Male lead neglected by his father and unloved by his mother / The sweetest of sweet romances In the third year of Dongyang, with General Longhu about to withdraw his troops, the new emperor grew suspicious. Gritting his teeth, the general sent his own only daughter, Ji Shuyu, who had just turned one month old, to the palace as a hostage. * Gongsun Po once had nothing. In the eyes of outsiders, he was a gentle and handsome little prince, even somewhat meek. No one cared about this quiet son born to a servant girl. Only she did. The little girl took his pale hand and stumbled as she knelt before Chengming Hall, her eyes as clear as a spring stream as she pleaded with the empress to protect him. Later, Gongsun Po was triumphant. At his grand investiture as crown prince, before the worship of countless people, he wore a purple robe and jade crown, second only to one and The Outcast, the dream lover of countless noble young women in Wangjing. His hair was black, his skin pale, and his bearing fierce. Yet hidden in the sleeves of his brocade ceremonial robes were two jasmine cakes, Ji Shuyu's favorite. * Everyone said the crown prince was devoted to love. His childhood companionship with Ji Shuyu had earned her the exalted position of crown princess. But only Gongsun Po himself understood: His life, his death, his joys and sorrows, all his ambitions and desires, were all because of her. Below is my next upcoming novel, Snow Blankets An Mountain. In the Xiaoyang microcosm, the Ji family, famed for their powerful souls, was the ruler of the world. Resources in the microcosm were scarce. Only the Ji family had the power to send one person to the upper realm, the limit of the path to cultivation. The Ji family gave the opportunity to Liu Jing, a genius sword cultivator. Such a wonderful opportunity was naturally not offered out of a desire to nurture talent, but for the sake of the family's only child of the younger generation, Ji Linghuan. She had a rare bloodline and a powerful soul, yet was frail and often ill. They married beneath a sky filled with falling snow. Though they were husband and wife, in the years they had known each other, they had exchanged only three sentences. They had no true feelings for each other, yet their souls were linked and their lives bound together. * Ji Linghuan watched his departing figure from afar. The young man's snow-white sleeves fluttered in the wind and snow. He left without hesitation, without even glancing at the wife he had just married. Linghuan thought that from then on they would be separated by worlds. He would become a long-lived sword lord who slew his way through the upper realm, while she would cling to life, sustained by the vitality flowing from his ever-growing soul. But no one could have expected it. Only three days later, the Ji family was destroyed, and its only surviving member was Ji Linghuan! At this moment of crisis, no matter how desperately she pleaded, the other end of their soul bond gave no response. With her world in ruins, the frail yet stubborn girl set off alone on a road of no return. To avenge her family, who had died without explanation. To uncover the truth behind her rare bloodline. To cut off the traitor's head with her own hands. Below is my upcoming novel in the same genre, The Cowardly Heiress Hugs the Villain's Thigh. Scheming, timid heiress × deceptively innocent, deranged and obsessive yandere Song Qingrong was reborn. At the engagement banquet, flowers crowded the hall and guests filled every seat. Everyone said the chief minister's eldest legitimate daughter and the newly crowned top scholar, Lang Xiao Ke, were a match made in heaven, a perfect couple of beauty and talent. In her previous life, Song Qingrong had thought so too. But in the end... The sweetheart she adored killed her, then tenderly embraced the imperial princess and knelt in reverence to kiss her fair, slender fingers. The good son-in-law in her parents' and clan's eyes slaughtered her entire family without blinking. Before the Hall of Mercy, a strip of white silk cruelly strangled her aunt, the imperial consort, and her cousin, the crown prince. The newly promoted lackey, full of youthful ambition and dressed in a brand-new golden crown and scarlet robes, knelt to welcome the second prince, the mastermind behind the slaughter of 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 the heir to the Prince of Zhenbei, Zhou Hechuan. He was the gentlest and strongest man Song Qingrong had ever met. Only he would patiently listen to her muddled, drunken rambling late at night from behind a screen. Only he would capture the culprit who had harmed her elder brother in her previous life without asking why. And only he was willing to stand firmly by her side forever, right or wrong. Song Qingrong saw him as a beacon in the darkness, sent by heaven to show her the way. So Song Qingrong came to depend on him, trust him, and love him more and more. But later, Song Qingrong accidentally discovered the truth behind everything... Behind the screen, Zhou Hechuan gently comforted her as she drank, while carving the flesh from the person who had hurt her, one cut at a time. As he listened to her and captured the culprit, Zhou Hechuan had already investigated every single thing she had ever mentioned in passing, inch by inch, again and again. While Zhou Hechuan softly confided in her and earned her trust, the people who stood against her were being tortured repeatedly by his men. Song Qingrong wanted to flee. Just as she was about to board a ship leaving Wangjing... She saw the handsome young man beneath the torrential rain, pale as a wandering ghost, soaked through, his eyes like ghostly flames in the dark of night. He was no warm beacon, but a moon drenched in blood. Theme: Learning to understand and respect one another