After the Divorce, the Obsessive Heir Was Left to Burn

Murong Heng, heir to the Prince of Anhe, was elegant and handsome, with great power in his hands. He was the dream husband of countless noble young ladies in the capital.

In the end, however, he married Yan Miao, a merchant’s daughter.

Overnight, Yan Miao became the sparrow who had “flown up to a high branch” in the eyes of the noble ladies, drawing countless jealous, envious glances.

She was lowborn, disliked by her mother-in-law, and looked down on by the servants. Everyone waited to see her make a fool of herself.

Yan Miao had grown up cherished and doted on by her family, pampered from childhood and never having lifted a finger around the house.

Yet after marrying, she learned to serve tea and water and attend to her husband with care.

When Murong Heng came home late at night, she waited for him.

When Murong Heng was burdened with official duties, she quietly took care of everything for him.

Yan Miao did everything she could.

Only later did she learn that some hearts could never be warmed.

Before they had been married three years, Murong Heng wanted to make his first love his heir’s wife and demanded that Yan Miao give up her position as his legal wife.

Heartbroken, she confronted him.

He replied coldly, “You should know your place!”

That day, for the first time, she saw her husband clearly.

If that was how things stood, then she would divorce him.

Murong Heng knew Yan Miao loved him. When she looked at him, her eyes sparkled as if they held the stars.

He thought she would regret it, apologize, and come back to him.

But when Yan Miao left the capital and disappeared without a trace, Murong Heng panicked.

After searching desperately, he finally saw Yan Miao again in Pingxi.

The woman was stunningly beautiful, clear and graceful, her eyes bright and lively. Seeing her was unforgettable.

Her face held a smile Murong Heng had never seen before, vivid and carefree.

But at her side stood a handsome, refined man,

intimately tying a cloak around her.

When Murong Heng learned that she was going to marry someone else,

jealousy grew wildly in his heart.

He stood at the foot of the steps and snapped the arrow in his hand.

His palm split, blood dripped to the ground, but he did not notice.

Only the softest place in his heart hurt unbearably.

He regretted it.

He would take her back.

Even if he had to pay with his life, she could only be his wife!

P.S.:

1. Everything serves the plot.

2. The characters’ values do not represent the author’s. A melodramatic, old-fashioned story in a fictional setting.

My next historical romance, The Soft Beauty After She Lost Her Memory

Rumor had it that Regent Pei Xiao was moody, ruthless, and brutally violent. He climbed blood-soaked steps to put a child on the throne.

For a time, he became a notorious “God of Slaughter” throughout the Yong dynasty.

The year the young emperor ascended the throne, Rong Yao, the eldest daughter of the Rong family in Jiangnan, who had recently lost her father, was sent far away to the capital to marry. Disaster struck along the way.

When Pei Xiao rescued her, she had already lost her memory.

She only vaguely remembered that she had a husband.

Looking at Pei Xiao before her, tender and full of concern, she tried calling him, “Hus... husband.”

Pei Xiao’s dark eyes lit up. It seemed she had guessed right. Rong Yao called again, “Are you my husband? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Pei Xiao asked, “You don’t remember me?”

Her head throbbed repeatedly. She shook it.

Pei Xiao gazed greedily at her face and decided to be a scoundrel. “I am indeed your husband. You loved me passionately and said you would marry no one but me.”

Rong Yao blushed.

Pei Xiao coaxed her. “You also said you wanted to grow old with me. Do you remember now?”

Rong Yao’s earlobes burned. Frightened by his intense, possessive gaze, she could only answer softly, “...I think so.”

Pei Xiao’s calm eyes darkened. He pulled her into his arms and decided not to be a gentleman. He would go mad for once.

One day, lightning flashed and thunder roared as rain poured down. Rong Yao woke from a dream and regained her memories.

She was not his wife at all. She was the betrothed of his junior fellow disciple!

And he was the very regent she had always feared.

She carefully climbed out of bed to escape. Her toes had barely touched the floor

when the satisfied-looking man behind her fixed her with a dangerous gaze, grabbed her wrist, and locked her firmly against him.

“My precious wife, where do you think you’re going?”

[Little scene]

After Rong Yao regained her memories, she tried to escape many times.

Inside the palace, clothes lay in disarray and soft, beautiful bodies trembled.

The woman’s temples were damp, the corners of her eyes flushed red.

Her slender waist was bruised purple from being gripped, her fair wrists held tight,

and she could barely control her breathing.

Outside, her betrothed was anxiously searching for her.

Pei Xiao deliberately teased her, biting her earlobe and whispering, “A-Yao, you must hold back. Don’t let him hear you.”

---This time, let me protect you.

Age gap / size difference / fake marriage before love / mutual salvation / unrequited love becomes mutual

Theme: Even in adversity, stay resilient and strive to grow!