Upcoming novel: My Lady Is Delicate and Frail. A marriage-first, love-later story. The blurb is at the bottom. Please add it to your reading list!
[False sweet-natured, dark-hearted concubine-born young lady x Truly innocent, sweet and naive young master]
Because she valued the power of the Censor-in-Chief's family, Second Miss Yu, Yu Shushen, who had known nothing but hardship since childhood, gritted her teeth and married Yuan Ye, a notorious son of a wealthy family.
She despised Yuan Ye from the bottom of her heart, but with no other choice, she softened her voice and manner, making allowances for all his outrageous behavior.
But why was he acting stranger and stranger?
He no longer shouted about divorcing her, and he no longer picked fights with her.
Most of all, every time they met, his ears turned impossibly red.
Yuan Ye knew people found him obnoxious, and had long prepared himself to live a dissolute life. Then Yu Shushen came to him.
She was always magnanimous, putting up with his outrageous antics.
To outsiders, she was the very picture of a virtuous wife.
But that wasn't the truth.
She knew how to get back at him for his pranks, would secretly weep over her cold-hearted family, and was willing to use the entire Yuan family to take revenge on everyone who had mistreated her.
He saw all of it, but somehow the words "divorce" became impossible to say.
After her hypocritical mask was torn away, Yu Shushen said, "If you want to kill me for revenge, I won't resist."
Yuan Ye gave a broken laugh and said, word by word, "Wouldn't killing you be far too easy? I'll keep you trapped at my side day and night, like a fish on my chopping board. You and I are in this until one of us dies."
She was like a poisoned wine laced with candied fruit, and he was willing to drink it, even if it only kept him alive a little longer.
My Lady Is Delicate and Frail
[Resilient beauty x temperamental powerful minister]
After unexpectedly losing her virtue to Rong Ke, the powerful Marquis of Changping, Wen Mian's uncle and aunt invited him to their home for a serious discussion. They wanted him to take her in so they could seize her betrothal gifts.
He offered three thousand taels, but had no intention of giving her any title.
Her uncle and aunt were dazzled by the money and couldn't care less what happened to her.
So she burned her bridges and boldly met his proud gaze, saying, "I ask the Marquis to give me a proper title."
He laughed with scorn. "A title? As my concubine?"
She replied without flinching, "Not a concubine. I want to be your wife, the Marchioness of Changping."
He settled back in his chair and drew her into his arms, but said, "You may have the title of concubine. As for the position of Marchioness, we'll see whether you have what it takes to bear it."
He was capricious and unpredictable, trampling on her dignity at every turn. He forbade her from entering his residence, rejected any clothes she had touched and would rather throw them away than keep them, and wouldn't even deign to call her by name, referring to her again and again as "the Wen girl"...
She understood the situation and stopped humiliating herself. She settled in, ate well, and waited to die. The Marquis's household was rich and powerful, so she would never go without.
Yet when she was cold, he came to seek her out.
He pinned her into the bed curtains and demanded, "Didn't you swear you wanted to be the Marchioness? What happened? Can't take it already?"
Rong Ke was sick of Wen Mian, especially the faint fragrance that seemed to linger around her.
Half of what happened between them was due to those despicable tactics. The other half was because that delicate scent had made him lose his senses.
He hated the feeling of losing control.
So he kept her at a distance at every turn.
But no matter how far he pushed her away, the scent lingered, tempting him to break his own rules.
It took him a long time to understand that it wasn't some fragrance messing with him. It was the restless heart beneath his chest.
Theme: My fate is mine to decide, not Heaven's.
My Late Husband's Brother Has His Eye on Me
I Mistook You for Someone Else and Cast You Aside
A Longing for Spring Mountains
She Is Already Another Man's Wife
The Princess and the Slave
His Runaway Maid
The Regretful Young Master
She Made Him Bow
Madam Has Nowhere to Run
The Great General Had His Eye on Me All Along
After I Was Ordered to Marry the Stern General
Are supporting characters so stupid? . . No brains at all. . . . Is this still an official lady?
The ancient column "Provoking the Paranoid Prince" has been published. Please save it. Copywriting: [The cruel prince vs. The beautiful and kind-hearted girl] On the day she learned that her sweetheart had rebelled and died, Yuan Yue received the imperial edict of marriage to no one else but her childhood playmate, the Sixth Prince Du Que. When we first met him, he was forced to kneel alone in the ice and snow. His clothes were thin and his face was white and blue from the cold, but his back was not bent at all. She couldn't bear it and took action to save him. After that, whenever she entered the palace, he would follow her, talk to her, play with her, and obey her orders. He always inadvertently tested whether she would leave him one day, but she didn't take it seriously and answered casually: No. Later, she met her sweetheart, and he was naturally forgotten by her. On the wedding day, he came dressed in the sunset and stretched out a hand to her who was stunned: "Ah Yue, long time no see." After getting married, Duque remained the same as before. He would smile at the sachet she gave her casually and say slowly: Ah Yue, thank you for remembering my birthday. He would secretly write down his wish on the prayer card: "Wherever the moon goes, so does someone else." Therefore, she gradually came up with an idea: Marrying him seemed not bad. However, in less than a year, those who had offended him in the past also died one after another. The seventh prince who once pulled his collar and screamed, his biological mother Gao Meiren who beat and scolded him when he was young... It is said that on the day when the imperial edict of canonizing the crown prince was issued to the Sixth Prince's Mansion, the deposed prince died tragically under the three-foot white silk in the hands of the eunuch, and his bloodshot eyes were staring in the direction of the Sixth Prince's Mansion and did not close until his death. After realizing it, she suddenly remembered that a few months ago, Mr. Wei had fallen into a heart-wrenching state for no apparent reason. Mr. Wei had slapped her hard, and that night, he held her hand tightly, his eyes filled with coldness. She didn't dare to say anything, trying her best to hide the fear in her heart, and ran away on the eve of the ceremony to establish the crown prince. Du Que has plotted against many people in his life, including Yuanyue. She didn't know that he had killed her sweetheart, and that he had also requested the marriage decree. Du Que didn't think he was wrong because that person took her away from him, but repeatedly used her, hurt her, and deceived her. He, damn it. She had said many years ago that she would not abandon him. He believed her, but she broke her promise. Many years later, he finally picked up the bright moon, but she left him and ran away again. She left decisively, but she forgot that the entire Daqi belonged to his Du family, so where could she escape to? Late one night, on the side of the long street, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, wearing a black robe and jade belt, reined in his horse and looked at the people at his feet. He smiled and said in a cruel tone: "Ah Yue, you provoked me first, and now you leave without saying goodbye. Isn't it too cruel?"
While carefully hiding his sinister thoughts for fear of scaring his sister, he said that he didn't like this sister because it would remind him of his mother and concubine's pretentiousness. . . . . . .
Is it really not dangerous for me to go out alone? Nothing will happen.
Phew, now you know it has appeared?
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