A Handbook for Taming a Husband in the Cold Palace

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After losing her memory, Chen Chunhua became the wife of a marquis in the capital.

People said the marquis was cold by nature and ruthless, feared by everyone in the capital. Yet he doted on his wife, treating her like the most precious jewel in his palm.

Chen Chunhua was kind and gentle, and got along well with the other ladies of the capital. They secretly warned her to keep away from this "King of Hell," saying he was moody and treated human lives like grass.

But Chen Chunhua didn't believe them. Her husband was as clear and bright as the moon and a gentle breeze, warm as jade, and he never refused her anything.

One day, a young man in blue shouted outside the mansion, claiming that his fiancee had fallen into trouble and been abducted by the marquis.

Before long, people discovered that the young man had been poisoned, rendered mute and blind, and thrown outside the city.

That night, Pei Yanqing asked whether she knew the young man in blue. Chen Chunhua clutched her aching head and lay on the bed, sobbing into her hand. "The man today really was my..."

Pei Yanqing slowly drew closer and took off his outer robe. His narrow, peach-blossom eyes gleamed with even greater amusement, and all his usual warmth was gone.

Behind his back, he held a silver needle that glinted with a cold light.

She broke into a smile through her tears, rose to kiss the corner of his lips, and hooked an arm around his waist as she always did. "He was a fool."

Pei Yanqing held her slender waist and nuzzled close, watching her cheeks flush as her long lashes veiled the darkness in her eyes.

While he was lost in pleasure, Chen Chunhua quietly tossed away the silver needle hidden in his sleeve.

*

Chen Chunhua witnessed Pei Yanqing kill her fiance with her own eyes, and her lost memories came flooding back.

This man had never been her husband. Aside from knowing her name, the two of them had nothing to do with each other.

Knowing she couldn't stay in the capital, she slipped out of the marquis's mansion on a dark and stormy night.

After walking a mile, she spotted the husband who was usually "gentle and aloof" staring fixedly at her, his face cold as frost and his crimson lips like those of a demon in the night. He hooked a finger under her chin and asked, "Madam, where are you going?"

This book's blurb

Adorable, beautiful Sixth Princess vs. a handsome, tragic, gloomy and scheming Crown Prince

Everyday sweetness! Court intrigue can't compete with young love.

(A mindless sweet romance. Leave your brains in the comments!)

In the sixth year of Tianyuan, the Princess of Yan was sent to the Kingdom of Qing to marry for peace.

As soon as Li Shuyin arrived at the palace, she was sent to its most remote, dilapidated hall. By chance, she discovered that a frail, beautiful young man had moved in next door. He spent his days sunbathing in the courtyard and coughed all night.

Thinking of the handsome youth going hungry in such a cramped, run-down place made her feel terrible.

Everyone loves beauty, and she was no exception.

A charming figure appeared in the quiet, cold palace.

Day one: She slipped into the back courtyard to bring him food.

Day two: She climbed onto the wall to pass him some things to keep warm.

The young man propped up his chin, his features gentle and his beauty as radiant as the rosy clouds and moonlight, lazily listening to her chatter. "The young eunuch who brought my meal today gave me an extra chicken leg."

"A palace maid brought me a new winter quilt."

"Want to try some osmanthus cakes I just made?"

He parted his lips slightly, and the sweet, fragrant osmanthus cake melted on his tongue. The young woman before him seemed already his, and he was determined to have her.

"As long as you don't give your things to anyone else, the young eunuch will bring you more good things tomorrow."

Li Shuyin didn't understand. She only blinked, thinking he was teasing her to make her happy.

"If the young eunuch brings me more good things, I'll share some with you again!"

*

One day, the young woman arrived late. She tossed down the food she'd brought, leaned close to him, and lowered her voice, unable to conceal her delight.

"I hear the Crown Prince is spoiled and unruly, looks down on everyone, and is a sickly medicine pot, but His Majesty adores him, and he's very handsome. If I can get close to him, I'll surely rise to glory! Then I'll take you out of the cold palace, and we'll live the good life!"

Song Yan furrowed his handsome brows, unable to understand what had gone wrong. How could she ignore him right in front of her and go looking for some Crown Prince from the rumors instead?

The Crown Prince is me? I suppose that could work.

*

Before a dark-red sedan chair, the delicate young woman lowered her head, her jade ornaments chiming.

She put on a sweet voice, making herself sound irresistible. "I beg Your Highness the Crown Prince to take pity on me!"

After a long pause,

A jade-like finger lifted the curtain. The Crown Prince, dressed in brocade and fox fur, his face as smooth as fine jade, revealed half his face. His phoenix eyes held a teasing glint as he said in a husky voice, "When others come asking, I refuse. But if it's you, then you should be the one taking pity on me."

The beautiful young woman froze, then raised her head in disbelief. The youth inside the sedan chair, radiant as the moon and breeze, was nothing like the aloof, sickly figure from the cold palace.

"C-Crown Prince?"

P.S. 1. The male and female leads are both each other's first and only partner.

2. The male lead is a sickly darling of the whole family, except for the Empress.

3. The heroine saves the hero first. They save each other, and the author is a pure-love fan who only writes pure love!!! (Important!)

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Chen Chunhua became the wife of a marquis in the capital.

People said the marquis was cold by nature and ruthless, feared by everyone in the capital.

Yet he doted on his wife, treating her like the most precious jewel in his palm.

Chen Chunhua was kind and gentle, and got along well with the other ladies of the capital. They secretly warned her to keep away from this "King of Hell," saying he was moody and treated human lives like grass.

But Chen Chunhua didn't believe them. Her husband was as clear and bright as the moon and a gentle breeze, warm as jade, and he never refused her anything.

One day, a young man in blue shouted outside the mansion, claiming that his fiancee had fallen into trouble and been abducted by the marquis.

Before long, people discovered that the young man had been poisoned, rendered mute and blind, and thrown outside the city.

That night, Pei Yanqing asked whether she knew the young man in blue. Chen Chunhua clutched her aching head and lay on the bed, sobbing into her hand. "The man today really was my..."

Pei Yanqing slowly drew closer and took off his outer robe. His narrow, peach-blossom eyes gleamed with even greater amusement, and all his usual warmth was gone.

Behind his back, he held a silver needle that glinted with a cold light.

She broke into a smile through her tears, rose to kiss the corner of his lips, and hooked an arm around his waist as she always did. "He was a fool."

Pei Yanqing held her slender waist and nuzzled close, watching her cheeks flush as her long lashes veiled the darkness in her eyes.

While he was lost in pleasure, Chen Chunhua quietly tossed away the silver needle hidden in his sleeve.

*

Chen Chunhua witnessed Pei Yanqing kill her fiance with her own eyes, and her lost memories came flooding back.

This man had never been her husband. Aside from knowing her name, the two of them had nothing to do with each other.

Knowing she couldn't stay in the capital, she slipped out of the marquis's mansion on a dark and stormy night.

After walking a mile, she spotted the husband who was usually "gentle and aloof" staring fixedly at her, his face cold as frost and his crimson lips like those of a demon in the night. "Madam, where are you going?"

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When Ning An was little, she suffered a high fever and convulsions. As she hovered between life and death, she suddenly saw the rest of her life.

A small courtyard, corpses strewn everywhere.

A killer advanced step by step, sword in hand.

At the moment of mortal danger, a flash of silver streaked past, and the killer fell beneath a sword.

She turned to look, but saw only a blurry figure and the faint character "Shen" carved on a carriage that grew farther and farther away.

*

The Shen family had a sickly son named An. He suffered from a chronic illness, and at eighteen died far from home, beyond the reach of any physician.

*

Ning An didn't want Shen An to die.

He had saved her life, so he deserved to live well.

The Shen family adopted her, and she and Shen An were treated as siblings.

When they first met, he sat in the seat of honor, coughing. Even the casual glance he cast at her seemed meaningful as his eyes narrowed at the corners.

That night, Ning An pushed open his bedroom door and told him righteously, "Elder Brother, let me nurse you back to health."

Who could have guessed that the frail invalid who seemed ready to collapse during the day would turn into a man-eating demon at night, smiling at her with a look both righteous and wicked? "Little sister, are you offering yourself to me?"

*

Shen An never claimed to be a good person, especially since even his name was fake.

The real Shen An had died long ago in the rebellion, without a trace of his remains. He had merely borrowed Shen An's name and identity to investigate the truth behind what happened back then.

But then he unexpectedly encountered Ning An, who kept trying to get close to him.

He didn't know what the girl was after, but he couldn't deny that everything she did made him happy.

So much so that later, as she sat in his arms, she made a New Year's wish full of hope.

"Shen An, you have to live to be a hundred."

Only then did he realize that Ning An had always been in love with the Shen An of the past.

Theme: Two-way redemption and creating a better life