How Spring Startles

. When they were children, Shen Jingyou was the person Lan Furui hated most. He was the youngest and most arrogant scion of a prominent Jiangnan family, dressed in jade and silk, a brazen young master who bullied her in every way he could because her father was a teacher at the school. She was furious and resentful, until her older sister gave her an idea. “If you hate someone, make him fall in love with you, then dump him hard!” Lan Furui did as she was told. When the hateful boy grabbed her hair and wouldn't let go, she suddenly turned around, closed her eyes, and kissed him. When she opened her eyes, the boy's hand had gone still. After a long moment, he awkwardly turned his head away. Shen Jingyou seemed to swear under his breath. - During the Lantern Festival, Shen Jingyou went out of his way to buy her a flower lantern. Just as he was about to climb over the wall into the Lan family's backyard, he saw the little girl holding the lantern with a troubled expression. “Sister He, tell me... when should I dump him?” Furious, he crushed the white jade hairpin hidden in his sleeve. They had agreed to meet in the backyard, but he didn't show up. He rode out of the city and didn't return until three days later, after his anger had faded. Who would have guessed that as soon as he returned, he would hear the terrible news that the Lan family had been investigated and arrested? The entire Lan family had been exiled to the border. He rushed into the Lan residence in a panic. Blood wound its way to his feet, and the shadows of the trees fell across the young boy's tender face. - Later, a valiant young General Shen emerged on the border. Young, with countless military achievements, ruthless in his methods, and clad in dark robes that seemed to radiate bloodlust. The enemy feared him, and so did the people. He seemed to desire nothing. Fine houses, fertile fields, and beautiful women meant nothing to him. Until one day, at a banquet, he saw a beautiful concubine his friend had recently bought. His friend chatted and laughed as he spoke. The beauty was a woman of the Lan family, peerless in her loveliness, and he would bring her into his household next month. She sat below in the hall, head lowered, her black hair flowing down her back. Her shoulders trembled slightly, as if she were shivering. Holding his wine cup, he looked at her without revealing his thoughts. Male lead: Shen Qi, courtesy name Jingyou. Qi means a narrow path. * Childhood friends, reunion after a long separation, lost and found again, both virgins, happy ending * Spirited young man → ruthless and solitary powerful minister * My childhood friend forcibly takes me away The next historical romance novel is Yun Jiao Yu Qie. Please bookmark it^3^ Jiang Ling was terrified of Bu Zhan. He was cruel, ruthless, hypocritical, selfish, and arrogant, a notorious treacherous minister who would stop at nothing for power. One moment, he had accepted the imperial marriage decree before everyone with the utmost respect. The next, he had imprisoned the current emperor in Changming Hall. In public, Bu Zhan would put an arm around her waist, tuck a begonia blossom into her hair, and gently call her his wife. In private, he never showed her a scrap of tenderness in the bedchamber. Even on the day she went into labor, he was away tending to government affairs. That night, as heavy rain poured down, Jiang Ling lay on the bed drenched in blood. She vaguely heard someone rush in shouting: “The Chancellor says to save the child at the mother's expense. The child must be saved!” Her hands and feet turned ice-cold. Fortunately, Jiang Ling was lucky, and Heaven let her live. * In the sixteenth year of Daxuan, Bu Zhan usurped the throne and declared himself emperor. That very night, he confined her in Cangchun Palace. She heard from the palace servants that Bu Zhan had raised their child well. He was sensible, well-read, brave, and resourceful. The only thing that made him different from his father was that he wasn't an emotionless monster. When the young prince held a knife to Bu Zhan's neck and demanded his mother, Bu Zhan said only one thing: “Remember, your mother is already dead. A ruler must learn to be heartless.” In the fourth year of Mingyi, Jiang Ling tried to sneak out of the palace but failed, so she set fire to the bed curtains herself. When the news reached Changming Hall, Bu Zhan's hand paused over the brush. After a moment, he said calmly, “Then bury her.” That night, every peach blossom in the imperial palace withered. * On the night Jiang Ling died, Bu Zhan sat in Runchun Palace all night. When the first ray of dawn fell on the man's imperial robes, he suddenly felt that a piece of his heart had gone missing. In the first half of his life, he betrayed his lord, controlled the emperor to command the feudal lords, and committed every imaginable evil. In the second half, with the long years he had left, he fell into a heart-wrenching life of atonement and remembrance. #You are the one exception to my schemes The heroine is Jiang Ling, whose childhood name is Linlang. The hero is Bu Zhan, whose courtesy name is Xingzhi. * The heroine fakes her death, and the hero gets a ten-level crematorium. * A person in power bows their head; a conqueror turns tender. * I want to write a hero who is a warlord in a chaotic age. At the beginning, he truly has no heart, and cares only about power. One-on-one romance, happy ending. Theme: Keep a kind heart and stay true to yourself