She Who Dared to Break Her

[Author's page: Princess's Blade. Please add it to your wishlist!] [Brutish, rough-hewn man from a foreign tribe x stubborn beauty raised in a prominent family | Height difference warning] Princess Shang Ningxiu of Zhaohua was renowned as the most beautiful woman in Bianjing. One late autumn, the princess traveled south to visit her elderly grandmother. On the way, a rebel uprising broke out, and every one of the several hundred people accompanying her was slaughtered. The rebel leader had never seen such a pampered beauty. His beastly instincts took over, and he dragged her into a grove, intending to assault her. An arrow pierced the rebel's head. Shang Ningxiu, crying with relief, thought she had seen her savior: a warrior from a foreign tribe, covered in blood. He sat astride his horse, as tall as an insurmountable mountain. Shang Ningxiu dared not move beneath his awestruck, predatory gaze. It was only later that she realized he was no savior. He was an even more terrifying predator. “I saved your life. From now on, you belong to me.” Shang Ningxiu, abducted by force, was always plotting her escape. Her first attempt came on their wedding night. As an ancient, impassioned ritual took place and the entire tribe celebrated the Wolf King's wedding, the runaway bride was cornered by bandits. That wolfish man, dressed in his wedding robes, rode out in a night raid, dragged her back, and forced her to bow before the Wolf God and Heaven and Earth. Mu Lei had been a shallow brute, drawn to her pretty face and eager to indulge himself. But then he became enamored of the proud, prickly streak in Shang Ningxiu, and she had him wrapped around her finger. Just as the man was losing himself in their tender life together, she ran away again. The second time, she fled to Jingzhou on the border, only to find the entire city had become a rebel stronghold, its streets awash with blood. She gazed at the walls of her hometown, overcome with grief. The towering man stood behind her with a dark expression. He had let her travel all the way to the border, waiting until the very last moment to show himself. He had wanted to crush her hopes. But when she turned to look at him, her tearful eyes were full of hurt. Beneath the setting sun, the man was covered in the blood of his enemies. Unsure how to comfort her, he held up a rebel's severed head and said, “Don't cry. I'll help you kill them all.” #How the fiercest wind on the grasslands became gentle as silk wrapped around a finger# #A beauty tames a wolf of the grasslands# Reader's Guide: The male lead in a story about taking someone by force is never exactly a good person. This male lead is a downright scoundrel, so readers looking for a perfect gentleman should stay away! Coming Soon on the Author's Page: Princess's Blade Anyang, a precious little phoenix of noble birth in the imperial capital, should have been destined to become a princess. But after the Imperial Astronomical Bureau declared her ill-omened, she was adopted into a collateral branch of the imperial family and became an overlooked young lady of the Liu household. That winter, as heavy snow fell in great flakes, Anyang was barely able to look after herself. Still, she rescued a stable boy who was being beaten to death from a heap of discarded snow. The slave was covered in blood but possessed an astonishing will to live. After being beaten nearly to death, he had been stripped naked and thrown into the snow. As Anyang looked at him, she felt she was looking at herself. Many years later, the victorious general returned to court in his armor and marched into that fragrant residence. The iron-blooded general's expression was gentle. He knelt willingly before her pale, bare feet, clasped her hand, and kissed it reverently. “I'm back, Your Highness.” [The heroine is reborn; the male lead is a loyal dog raised from childhood.] Theme: Only sincerity can be repaid with sincerity.