Please add my upcoming childhood-sweethearts romance to your reading list~
Blurb:
Shen Fu, the Chancellor’s daughter, is pretty and adorable, but also spoiled and unable to tolerate the slightest grievance.
She and Jiang Heng, the young heir of the Marquis of Ding’an, grew up together.
The young heir feared nothing as a child. Not even the marquis and his wife could control him, yet he always did whatever Shen Fu told him.
Shen Fu: “Jiang Heng, no slacking off! Hurry up and study!”
Shen Fu: “Jiang Heng, dozing off again? Go practice your sword!”
Shen Fu: “Jiang Heng, come to the market with me!”
Shen Fu: “Jiang Heng!”
Every time, Jiang Heng would put away his arrogant, mischievous attitude toward everyone else and obediently do as Shen Fu said.
Over time, under Shen Fu’s strict guidance, Jiang Heng became a young man accomplished in both literature and martial arts, even more impressive than before.
Shen Fu finally smiled with satisfaction: she had finally raised her future husband just right.
One evening, Shen Fu and Jiang Heng sat side by side on the roof as usual, watching the sunset.
Shen Fu drew up her knees and rested her face in her hands as she turned to him. Her bright eyes held an unusual seriousness. “Jiang Heng, do you like me?”
At her words, the young man’s ears silently turned bright red. Too nervous to look her in the eye, he stammered, “Mm... I do... I like little Fuqu.”
Little Fuqu was the nickname Jiang Heng had given Shen Fu. With her lovely face and lotus-colored dress, the girl was like a little lotus bud about to bloom.
Shen Fu’s eyes curved into a smile. “I’ll have my hairpin ceremony in a month.”
“Once you’ve had your hairpin ceremony, I’ll ask my mother to come to your house and discuss our engagement.”
Blushing, the young man made his promise with shy determination. To him, not even the brilliant clouds on the horizon were a fraction as radiant and lovely as the girl before him.
Jiang Heng died.
When Shen Fu heard the news, it struck her like a bolt from the blue.
From then on, whenever she heard the name “Jiang Heng,” beneath her calm expression she felt suffocated by grief. Even the nickname “Little Fuqu” gradually blurred in her memory. She knew she would never hear it again in this lifetime.
Three years later, the Third Prince, who had been recuperating away from the capital since childhood, was suddenly summoned back to the capital.
Beneath the calm surface of Chang’an, powerful families and factions were stirring. Court officials constantly speculated about the emperor’s intentions.
And overnight, Shen Fu became the Third Prince’s chosen Third Princess Consort.
Shen Fu knew this was the Third Prince’s way of winning over the Chancellor’s household. The emperor’s decree had been issued, and she had no choice.
On the day of the Third Prince’s wedding, after the fan-lowering ceremony, Shen Fu’s eyes, which had remained meekly downcast, suddenly widened in shock.
She had unexpectedly come face-to-face with someone she had not seen in years, a face now more mature and unfamiliar.
“Little Fuqu, I’ve finally made you my wife, just as I promised.”
The familiar nickname made Shen Fu’s eyes redden and shimmer with tears.
[Blurb written on 2024.8.3; revised from time to time]
Theme: Childhood sweethearts, innocent young love.
