The Spoiled Fake Heiress

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Pitiful beauty x male lead who seems aloof and self-controlled but is actually unhinged

Wen Ya was the fake daughter of the Marquis of Zhongyong's household. She was well-educated and impeccably mannered, with unmatched beauty. That was until she turned seventeen and her father brought home another second young lady of the marquis's household. Only then did she learn how lowly her true origins were.

Overnight, the legitimate daughter of the marquis became a powerless adopted daughter.

The family who had once treated her so well and cared for her in every way began to despise her background, claiming she had sullied the family's good name.

The heir who had been engaged to her and promised to spend his life with her sent her a divorce letter, casting her into the public eye and making her the laughingstock of all Chang'an.

Her father wanted to marry her off to the disabled heir of Minister Li's household as a good-luck bride, trading her away for his own advancement.

Only then did Wen Ya realize that without power or influence, she was destined to be discarded wherever she went.

So she was determined to use the most despicable means to climb into the arms of the most powerful man in Chang'an.

On New Year's Eve, in a deserted corner amid a blizzard, Wen Ya gently clutched the hem of the Deputy Chief Councillor's robe. He was always so aloof and self-controlled, a man revered by all. She tilted her face up to him, a seductive flush at the corners of her eyes. Snowflakes rested on her lashes like fragile butterflies in early spring.

"Elder Brother, please take pity on me."

Fu Yuhuai harbored a secret deep in his heart, one no one could ever discover.

He had known from the start that Wen Ya was not his biological younger sister.

Then one day, his father sent a letter from home, telling him of the family's upheaval.

He raced back to Chang'an, traveling day and night without closing his eyes for three days.

He saw Wen Ya standing in a corner, lonely and desolate.

The heart that had been still for years came back to life, beating fiercely.

For the first time in his life, he wanted to protect someone for his own sake.

Reading Guide

1. The setting is entirely fictional. Please don't expect historical accuracy.

2. One-on-one romance.

3. The false sibling relationship between the leads has already ended when the story opens. The male lead has always known the heroine is not his biological sister. [Important] There is no romantic involvement while that relationship is in effect.

Upcoming novel: "After Her Death, the Powerful Official Regretted Everything"

Liang Zhaoran was the most overlooked princess in the palace.

At sixteen, she was bestowed in marriage to the Chief Councillor, a powerful and distinguished man with an unblemished reputation.

On her wedding day, the man who lifted her bridal veil wore ordinary clothes. He looked down at her, his eyes like blades tempered in ice, full of mockery and scorn.

That night, amid a heavy snowfall, she was sent to the most remote courtyard, where no one paid her any attention.

Everyone in the household pitied her, but she was grateful. Without Duan Yanchu, she would never have escaped the palace walls.

So she treated him twice as well.

At a flower-viewing banquet, assassins suddenly appeared. Liang Zhaoran did not hesitate to take a blade for him. As the cold edge pierced her skin and she fell to the ground, she looked at Duan Yanchu's face.

It was as cold as ever, unmoved as ever, as if everything were simply to be expected.

While she recovered, he would not even spare her a single visit.

She comforted herself that she had taken the place of his principal wife, so it was only right that she endure his coldness.

Then she became pregnant. Overjoyed and in tears, she told him excitedly.

But Duan Yanchu merely furrowed his brows. His gaze turned abruptly cold, filled with disgust.

Later, a bowl of abortion medicine was brought to her.

The self-respect she had painstakingly pieced together over the years was crushed to dust. The love she had hidden so carefully became worthless.

She smiled as she took the bowl, and finally decided to let go.

At first, when the divorce letter arrived from the Cangchun Courtyard, Duan Yanchu only glanced at it before putting it out of his mind.

He had never believed that the person who had always followed close behind him would leave of her own accord.

Then, one day, a fire burned down the Cangchun Courtyard, and the woman who had always gazed at him with moon-shaped smiling eyes died in the flames.

That night, snow fell thick and fast. Eyes red, he knelt among the ashes. This time, all he could hold in his arms was her ashes.

In the seventeenth year of Tianyuan, Chief Councillor Duan Yanchu stormed the palace gates and ascended the throne.

Yet the new emperor, rumored to be gloomy every day since his wife's death, broke into a Buddhist temple one day and kidnapped its beautiful abbess.

In the desolate autumn wind, beneath the gaze of the Buddhas lining the walls of the ancient temple, Duan Yanchu approached the person he had longed for day and night, step by step. Seeing her trembling figure, he lost control and pinned her against the offering table, his voice almost pleading.

"Zhaozhao, you are not allowed to leave me this time."

Theme: Treat others with sincerity and champion kindness and beauty.