The Noble Consort's Ordeal

[The novel is complete. Let it build up before you binge it (//3//)] My next novel is The Widower, Ten Years Later. The blurb is at the very end~ Zhu Yu knew that the Southern Dynasty's tribute bride had been raised from childhood to seduce the ruler and destroy the Northern Kingdom. They said she was peerlessly beautiful, a celestial beauty unlike any other. She could dance on the palm of a hand and play the Northern Kingdom's zither. At first, Zhu Yu dismissed the rumors. Until that day. The beautiful bride from the Southern Dynasty stepped gracefully down from her sedan chair and bowed with a smile. She said, "Long live Your Majesty." Only then did Zhu Yu look up. He decided that pledging her loyalty on arrival made her a clever woman. At a single glance, his breath caught. Exquisitely beautiful and lithe, she was a true beauty. Hah. The Southern Dynasty's beauty trap did have something to it. · Zhu Yu arrogantly assumed that Zhuang Mi would stay by his side forever. She would become the Northern Kingdom's empress and share his glory. Until an accident. The palace attendants told him with grief-stricken faces that the empress had died. A year later, on the anniversary of her death, Zhu Yu got blind drunk. Then he unexpectedly learned two things. She had set that fire herself. Before she died, she already knew she was pregnant. · The Northern Emperor's reputation for cruelty spread farther and farther. The little girl in Zhuang Mi's arms suddenly clapped and sang a nursery rhyme. "The Northern Emperor's blade, the refugees flee. Only weeping is heard, while the world remains divided..." Her face turned pale, and she gently covered the child's mouth. The next moment, someone violently kicked the courtyard gate open with a tremendous crash. Holding her daughter, who was hiccupping in fright, Zhuang Mi stared at the person who had arrived. Three years had passed, and his presence had grown even more ferocious, like a fully unsheathed blade. Zhu Yu looked at the little girl in her arms, whose curly hair was just like his own, and approached with a dark expression. "What kind of nonsense have you been teaching My Princess?" Reading guide: 1. One-on-one romance from start to finish, both leads' first time 2. The male lead wreaks havoc on everyone equally, but is only good to the female lead Coming soon: The Widower, Ten Years Later Song Shanzhi didn't like her fiance. Even though Li Wei had won battle after battle at a young age and was widely praised throughout the court as a brilliant young talent with a boundless future, a pillar of the nation. Every time Song Shanzhi met Li Wei, the way he looked at her made her skin crawl. At last, Song Shanzhi gathered her courage and sent Li Wei a letter. She asked him to meet her the next day beneath the third old willow tree by the West River. Song Shanzhi was determined to break off their engagement. But she died on her way to meet him. · When Song Shanzhi woke again, she stared blankly at a city covered in frost. Before she could find her parents, brothers, and family, she ran into Li Wei. Li Wei, ten years later. The man offering her up to him kept fawning shamelessly, completely oblivious to how terrifying the Grand Marshal's expression was becoming. "Take your counterfeit and get out." When Song Shanzhi was thrown out, she was still dazed. The man who had brought her there to present her as a treasure sighed. "The Grand Marshal really is a devoted lover!" A devoted lover? Li Wei? Song Shanzhi couldn't make sense of it. Could the person he was devoted to be her? · Li Wei joined the army as a youth, rode through countless battles, and shed blood for ten years until he rose to the rank of Grand Marshal. But he had never married, and even rejected a marriage personally arranged by the emperor. Those who knew a little of the story all sighed, saying the Grand Marshal still thought of his fiancee, who had tragically died in an incident years ago. Li Wei had no choice but to keep thinking of her. She had died on her way to meet him. What had she planned to say to him that night? Li Wei thought he would never get an answer in this lifetime. But Heaven both hated and pitied him. He stroked the tiny red mole on the young woman's earlobe and kissed her. "On the seventh day of the third month that year, what were you going to tell me?" Song Shanzhi trembled. He was this crazy. How could she tell him she'd originally planned to break off their engagement? Core message: Unintentionally planting a willow can bring it to shade