Marrying My Fiancé's Archrival

Jiang Ayuan had been promised in marriage to the eldest son of the Weiyuan Marquis's household since childhood. They were to wed once she came of age.

But on the very day she came of age, the notorious Prince An arrived with an imperial decree ordering her to marry into his household instead.

Unable to defy the emperor, Jiang Ayuan said goodbye to her tearful parents, parted from her childhood sweetheart, and gritted her teeth as she accepted the marriage.

Everyone in the capital knew Prince An and the Weiyuan Marquis's household had long been at odds. People pitied the eldest Jiang daughter, saying she was sure to suffer humiliation at his hands.

On their wedding night, her veil was lifted. Ayuan looked up nervously with the wedding scale, only to shiver at the look in his eyes. She was about to beg for mercy when Prince An turned and went to the daybed nearby.

For the next few days, Prince An slept fully clothed on the daybed. The two barely spoke.

Ayuan thought the rumors had been right after all. He truly disliked her.

Until one day, her former betrothed came to see her again.

When Ayuan hurried over at the news, she found Prince An holding a dagger to the man's throat.

Prince An watched Ayuan's face turn pale. The gleam of the blade reflected the faint, mocking curve of his lips, and his voice was as cold as the depths of winter.

"Since my princess consort cares for him so much, I really can't bear to hurt you. How about I kill him? Then you'll never have to grieve over him again."

-

When Yan Li found the woman he'd secretly loved for years, she was already engaged to someone else.

He had planned to keep his feelings to himself and grow old alone, but then he heard that her unhappy marriage had left her depressed and dead.

He awoke in his youth, back before Ayuan had come of age. There was still time.

Yan Li used every means at his disposal to make her marry him.

So what if she hated him? As long as she was safe and well.

Yan Li hid his bitter feelings and carefully looked after the woman he loved.

Until that reckless former betrothed came back, hoping to take Ayuan away.

Yan Li could no longer hold back.

-

Years later, Jiang Ayuan glimpsed the events of her past life in a dream and awoke in tears.

Yan Li thought she'd dreamed of that damned former betrothed. He swallowed his bitterness, cupped her face, and wiped away her tears.

"Why are you crying? Whoever made you sad, I'll kill them."

Before he could finish, Yan Li suddenly froze.

Jiang Ayuan threw herself into his arms, sobbing.

"Thank you."

And...

"Don't kill yourself."

Coming Soon: After Mistaking Who Deserved My Pity, I Was Forced into a Marriage

The second daughter of the Dingyuan General's household in Beijiang, Ye Wanxia, is skilled in martial arts and has reached the age to marry. She is returning to the capital to meet potential husbands.

Before she leaves, her brother warns her again and again to stay as far away as possible from the deposed Crown Prince, Prince Su. He has heard that the man became violent and cruel after being stripped of his title, and everyone in the city fears him.

But Ye Wanxia never meets Prince Su. Instead, she keeps running into a handsome young gentleman whom Prince Su is bullying. Even when hunted, the young man remains composed, his expression cool and his bearing noble. It's just that his face is so pale he looks like fragile porcelain.

Unable to stand injustice, Miss Ye rescues him and kindly comforts him. "Prince Su is cruel and vicious. He only gets away with it because of his noble status. Once the new emperor takes the throne, he'll be like a grasshopper in autumn, doomed to reap what he sowed and meet a miserable end."

Later, Ye Wanxia finally learns that the handsome young gentleman is none other than Prince Su. Remembering what she said, she regrets it deeply and tries again and again to hide from him.

But each time, he catches her by the wrist and pins her against a wall. His lips are cold as he brushes against her cheek and ear. She hears his sinister voice: "Xiaxia, tell me, would you call this reaping what I sowed?"

Theme: I was lucky enough to see your peach-blossom face, and from then on, every path held the warmth of spring.