The Charming Concubine Draws Attention

[Complete] The regent's heir, Chu Sihan, wields immense power. He is a treacherous minister, and his legs are disabled. When the blade hidden in his gilded cane flashes out, blood sprays from the victim's neck. They say his estate is surrounded by a field of red spider lilies watered with blood. Song Zhizhi has now been given to Chu Sihan as a gift. But she's a little slow and has no idea how terrifying this great demon really is. [Scene One] On the first night she was to share his bed, Song Zhizhi curled up in a tiny ball under the covers and called sweetly, "Husband, come to bed!" Then she pulled a picture book from beneath her pillow and put it in Chu Sihan's hands. With her chin cupped in her hands and her eyes shining like stars, she asked, "Could you tell me the story of the Three Battles with the White-Bone Demon tonight?" Chu Sihan: "..." Scene Two: At a palace banquet, Song Zhizhi drank three cups of rice wine. In full view of everyone, she clung to Chu Sihan's arm and wouldn't let go. Pouting, she said, "Carry me, darling. If you don't, I'm staying right here..." Chu Sihan: "..." Scene Three: At the New Year ice-skating competition, Chu Sihan scolded her with a grim face. "You're not allowed to participate. You can watch from the stands." "I really want to go play," Song Zhizhi said, running as lightly and quickly as a bird. "You can punish me however you like when I get back tonight." Leaving those words behind, she took off, her skirt fluttering, light as a bird in flight. Chu Sihan: "..." The world believes Chu Sihan is cruel and that Song Zhizhi's life with him must be worse than death. But Song Zhizhi knows he tells her stories from picture books and buys her little treats. He'll press the quilt firmly over her legs and turn away, his eyes reddening. "...Don't look." He'll ride through the freezing wind all night, dust clinging to his temples, then tug at her sleeve and coax her, "Don't be angry with me..." A sweet but silly beauty VS a devoted, stunning male lead. Click into the author's collection to save My Virtuous Wife Wants a Divorce. A sunshine-bright heroine VS a cold, immortal-like man who goes mad for love. A groveling chase to win her back. The heroine is gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous! Shui Ying was a concubine-born daughter living in the rear courtyards of the Minister of Works' residence. She had been married to Lu Shi for two years, and was gentle and compliant, taking care of everything for her husband. She prepared all of Lu Shi's meals and drinks and looked after his clothes and shoes herself, unwilling to leave even the smallest task to the maids. She put Lu Shi first in everything, but he was cold and distant. He spent only a few nights a month in her room, devoting himself to official affairs and often staying out all night. Her sisters-in-law secretly laughed behind her back, saying Lu Shi didn't love her, so she had to be proper and meek at every turn, humbly trying to please him. Even when her husband didn't come home, she didn't dare complain. She still had to prepare clothes and food to send to him. Behind the flowering branches, Shui Ying's lashes trembled, and her eyes brimmed with tears. So in other people's eyes, was her virtuousness really so pitiful? She sniffled, knowing in her heart that she wasn't like that. Years ago, when her mother was gravely ill, Shui Ying had been utterly distraught. In the pouring rain, Lu Shi had held an umbrella over her. He had been refined and elegant, noble as jade. From then on, he became the light in her heart. When she came of age, her father arranged a marriage for her to a promising scholar from a poor family. Gathering the greatest courage of her life and suppressing her embarrassment, she stood outside Lu Shi's door and poured her heart out to him. The next day, Lu Shi really did come to ask for her hand in marriage. That was how their union came about. She was content to marry the man she loved. Lu Shi was simply devoted to official affairs and had lofty ambitions. She wiped away her aggrieved tears and comforted herself this way. Unexpectedly, that day her elder sister was abandoned by the Third Prince. In the back courtyard of the Minister of Works' residence, the densely planted golden-rain trees cast mottled shadows across the ground, and wild rose petals lay scattered everywhere. Shui Ying saw her elder sister embrace Lu Shi from behind. "I know I'm the only one in your heart. You married Shui Ying back then only because her face looks a little like mine..." The mandarin-duck sachet in Shui Ying's hand fell to the ground, and tears streamed down her face. So... was she a stand-in for her sister? Shui Ying turned and left them behind. As Shui Ying wrote the divorce letter, all the grievances she'd suffered over the past two years flashed through her mind. Tears dripped onto the paper, soaking through it until the ink blurred and the words became illegible. She ruined ten sheets of paper before finally producing a letter whose handwriting was just about presentable. Lu Shi nearly crushed the page in his hand. "You..." "You want a divorce?" Memories of the past swept through Shui Ying's mind. She smiled in relief, her gaze firm. "Yes." One couple, one love. The male lead never loved the elder sister; it was a misunderstanding. Please save After Faking His Death, My Husband Regretted It. Hua Ning had been promised in marriage as a child. Her betrothed was the eldest legitimate grandson of the Duke of Shu's family, and the two families were of equal standing. Lu Zhe had been clever from a young age. As an adult, he was not only accomplished for his age, but also handsome and refined, with an extraordinary air about him. Everyone said Hua Ning was fortunate: the match her grandfather had chosen for her was practically perfect. Hua Ning grew up surrounded by such praise. Every stitch in the mandarin-duck sachets she embroidered was filled with a young girl's affection. When their wedding day arrived, she prepared the magpie-and-branch veil and mandarin-duck quilt herself. She wouldn't even let the maids sew a single stitch on a pair of socks. With her heart full of shy joy, she married on the appointed day. But married life was not quite what she had imagined. Lu Zhe left early and returned late, absorbed in his official duties. When the newlyweds returned to her parents' home three days after the wedding, he was too busy with work to go with her. She waited at her family home until dusk, but he never came to fetch her. She saw her stepmother's lips curl in a knowing little smile. On New Year's Eve, she watched the fireworks outside the window alone, staying up until dawn. During the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month, Lu Zhe left her halfway through the festival to attend to official business. The crowd pushed her around, and she lost a shoe, leaving her in a miserable state... Gradually, she understood that he had no heart. On the summit of Mount Yuling, on yet another night when Lu Zhe left her behind, she watched him hurry away and suddenly felt exhausted. He was always leaving her behind. She gazed at the countless lights below the snowy mountain. Not one of them belonged to her. Not long after Shen Zhe left, an avalanche struck Mount Yuling. Hua Ning nearly died in the snow. As she touched her broken arm, she thought again of Lu Zhe's retreating back. He truly had no heart. Leaving behind the jade hairpin and token that marked her identity, Hua Ning walked alone into the blizzard and left the capital far behind. She concealed her identity, disguised herself as a man, and gradually became a renowned silk and tea merchant whose business spread across the entire country. She no longer had to wait endlessly for someone or attend to her mother-in-law hand and foot. She loved this fulfilling, rewarding life. -- Lu Zhe believed that a man should reach the highest station in life, become a marquis or a minister, and fulfill his destiny. But when he heard that an avalanche had struck Mount Yuling, he remembered Hua Ning was on the mountain. He rode toward the snowy peak like a madman. Only when his hands dug up Hua Ning's jade pendant and hairpin did countless memories flash through his mind. The young girl shyly offering him a sachet. Her blushing face beneath the wedding veil. Her soft, coquettish plea for him to accompany her to the Lantern Festival... He spat out a mouthful of blood from his heart. Whenever he glimpsed a similar figure in the distance on a busy street, his eyes reddened and his heart twisted with pain. Night after night, he woke calling her childhood nickname, only to reach out and find the space beside him empty. When they met again, his eyes were bloodshot. He clutched her sleeve and refused to let go, his voice hoarse. "A Ning." Hua Ning had long since moved on. She answered coolly, "You've mistaken me for someone else." Author's note, November 14, 2022. Screenshot saved. Plagiarism will be pursued. Author's note, February 6, 2023. Screenshot saved. Plagiarism will be pursued. Theme: A beautiful love brings warmth to the heart.