The General's Divine Healer Wife

Here's an upcoming novel, Jun He's Marriage for Good Fortune. It's also a marriage-first, love-later story. The blurb is below.

My new novel, Spoiled in the Palm of His Hand, is now underway! It's a marriage-first, love-later romance between an icy Earl and a darling beauty of a Marquis's household. Add it to your collection if you're interested.

[The righteous female healer with a ruthless hand x the tender, elegant general with deep feelings]

Blurb One:

An Qiuwu, the youngest daughter of the heir to the Marquis of Chengyang, had a stunning face, yet was renowned in the capital for her decorum and virtue.

Many young men from noble families longed to catch a glimpse of her, but the heir's wife strictly controlled her daughter and rarely let her leave the residence to meet anyone.

At last, word spread that An Qiuwu would attend her close friend's birthday banquet, and everyone flocked there to admire her.

Who could have expected the wife of the Grand Commander, who never went out, to appear at the birthday banquet as well? When the various factions learned of it, they grew restless, all assuming she had come out again to cultivate connections among the powerful for the sake of her son, General Zhaoyi Mu Jin'an, stationed far away in the northwest.

It was only when they saw the Grand Commander's wife affectionately holding a beautiful young woman's hand and praising her repeatedly that they understood.

They finally realized that the Grand Commander's wife hadn't come to cultivate connections among the powerful. She was here to inspect her future daughter-in-law, the future General's wife.

And the young woman she had come to meet was none other than An Qiuwu, famed for her impeccable reputation.

Rumor had it that the General Zhaoyi was a ruthless killer with a violent temper. After much thought, An Qiuwu still resisted marrying him.

Then she accidentally discovered that the man she went out in disguise to treat every night was none other than the rumored General Zhaoyi, Mu Jin'an.

The rumors were clearly false. The man before her stood tall and graceful, dressed in a dark robe with wide sleeves. His rough fingers lightly brushed the corner of her reddened eye as he bent close and murmured in a deep, hoarse voice, "Miss, I'm fine. Don't cry."

Blurb Two:

Mu Jin'an had secretly returned to the capital to pay his respects to his father, but when his old illness flared up, he had no choice but to seek out a female doctor skilled in acupuncture, known as "Pingfan."

At their first meeting, the fierce woman nearly killed one of his subordinates with a dagger. Her bright eyes were wary yet stubborn, bringing to mind the moon and lone wolves of the northwestern wilderness.

He was drawn to her distinctive presence, admiring and cherishing her.

Once he understood his feelings, he wrote a letter to his mother that very night and sent it by urgent courier, hoping to end his betrothal to An Qiuwu, the second daughter of the Marquis's household.

Happily, he brought the letter ending the engagement to the woman. "Ping'er, I've ended my engagement to the Marquis's family, and my mother has given her blessing to our relationship. When will you agree to marry me?"

The woman removed her disguise, revealing a beautiful face. "Jin'an, you already ended our engagement. Why are you asking when I'll marry you?"

Mu Jin'an often wondered just how blind he had to be to fail to recognize the true face of the woman at his side.

What now? He had to chase her!

He couldn't let the wife he'd finally won slip away.

An Qiuwu...

1. One-on-one romance, happy ending, both leads' firsts.

2. No angst, very sweet.

3. A different kind of wife-chasing.

---Blurb for a New Novel---

Nan Xu was the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Yong'an. With her noble status and exquisite beauty, she was the envy of the entire capital.

But then a new emperor ascended the throne, the Marquis's household fell out of favor, and even her childhood sweetheart, with whom she was about to become engaged, suddenly married a princess.

Though Nan Xu had grown up secluded in the inner chambers, she was a woman of conviction. She immediately demanded the return of their love token, determined to cut ties with the faithless man once and for all.

Yet before she could finish looking through the album of handsome men her mother had collected, her own marriage had already been arranged!

*

Nan Xu stared at the bright yellow imperial decree in her hand, gritting her teeth. Refusing to accept her fate, she took up the crossbow bestowed on her by the late emperor and vowed to find the rumored cold-hearted, woman-averse, men-loving Earl of Weiyang and talk some sense into him...

By bad luck, she ran into assassins attacking Duan Wenpei. In the confusion, Nan Xu loosed an arrow, hitting him squarely in the shoulder blade.

Meeting the man's stern, deep-set gaze, Nan Xu's heart gave a jolt, and she lowered her head, unable to look him in the eye.

What terrible aim!

How could she explain to this newly risen court favorite that she'd meant to hit the assassin in front?

Duan Wenpei stared at the woman's dense crown of dark hair. His black eyes held a trace of murderous intent, along with admiration he hadn't even noticed himself.

Good! His wife couldn't be a helpless woman who couldn't fight, even if their marriage was only in name!

*

Since she was already in for a penny, Nan Xu doubled down. On their wedding night, she pulled the same trick, pressing a crossbow against Duan Wenpei's chest.

"My lord... let's talk!" Her wedding robe had been pulled open, its collar gaping to reveal the man's strong body. She bit her red lips, her voice trembling.

Duan Wenpei glanced at the slender hand against his chest and lowered his eyes unconcernedly. He even helped Nan Xu set the bowstring, aiming the arrow at his throat.

He said mildly, "Madam, if you're going to kill someone, you should aim properly."

His hands, roughened by calluses, settled on her slender waist. Nan Xu looked on the verge of tears.

Though theirs was one of the four great joys in life, both had their own motives, and they miraculously came to an agreement.

They would act loving in public, sleep in separate rooms in private, each seek true love, and then sign a divorce agreement.

*

Later, Nan Xu learned all of Duan Wenpei's moods, and Duan Wenpei learned all of Nan Xu's habits and preferences.

But one was too proud to give in, while the other kept a straight face as a matter of course. Both hid their budding affection in their hearts.

It wasn't until her long-absent childhood sweetheart came knocking that Duan Wenpei finally couldn't sit still.

"A Xu, I'll teach you archery!"

"A Xu, I'm moving in with you!"

"A Xu, why don't we become a real married couple?"

Nan Xu slapped away someone's wandering hand, blushing as she turned to tell the maid to prepare more flower petals for the bath.

Jun He's Marriage for Good Fortune

Jun He lost her parents when she was very young and had no choice but to live with her grandfather in the home of her uncle, who worked as a butcher.

After her grandfather died, Jun He had no one to rely on. Her uncle's family showed their true colors, bullying and berating her at will. Her money-grubbing aunt even sold her for a high price to the frail young master next door, who had just moved in, to serve as a bride and bring him good fortune.

Jun He never expected that the marriage would not only revive the young master, but also bring people from the imperial capital.

A palace eunuch mounted on a tall horse, bearing an imperial decree, knelt respectfully at her feet and called out, "Please board the carriage, Crown Princess, and return to the palace!"

*

At first, Lu Qi'an paid no attention to the bride his subordinate had taken the liberty of arranging for him to bring good fortune. He was the lofty Crown Prince. How could Jun He, a country girl, presume to desire him?

Out of respect for the royal family's dignity, he treated her as no more than another idle person in his household.

He weathered wind and rain, and one group after another of people around him came and went. Only the Crown Princess, tucked away in a corner of the rear courtyard, remained untouched by it all, standing safely at his side every time they received court officials.

Curiosity drove him to enter the little courtyard he had long forgotten. Before him lay orderly vegetable beds, fat geese frolicking cheerfully, and a medicinal garden filled with the scent of herbs...

After his initial surprise, Lu Qi'an darkened his expression and challenged the woman, who was calmly going about her business as if she hadn't seen him. "Crown Princess, what do you think my Eastern Palace is?"

Jun He, busy turning the soil: "..."

What was wrong with him?

Was he tired of being Crown Prince? Had he forgotten his own home?

Or had he disliked the vegetables she sent him? Was the poultry she'd served too tough?

Jun He spread her hands, thinking the Crown Prince was childish.

Theme: Finding your way to each other, and getting revenge.