Radiant and Lovely

Jiao Huang:

A "goddess" who always pretends to be pitiful, frail, and helpless to survive x a seemingly immaculate but actually sinister and unhinged Imperial Preceptor

Blurb:

Yao Guang was an orphan, yet the powerful Imperial Preceptor appointed her goddess.

All Yao Guang wanted was to survive in a chaotic age, so when the cool and aloof Imperial Preceptor drew her into his arms, all she could do was pretend to submit.

By day, she was the goddess worshipped by the people. By night, she was the Imperial Preceptor's caged bird.

By chance, she learned that her biological father was a first-rank censor at court.

Her father begged the Imperial Preceptor to let her return home and reclaim her family name.

The Imperial Preceptor agreed, and she thought they could part ways for good.

But the Imperial Preceptor came into her bridal chamber like a nightmare...

Later, he prepared a divine palace for her and became utterly besotted with her. His aloof, superior demeanor gradually faded, and his spotless white robes grew stained with earthly dust.

"Lili, you must choose one: share my bed or share my tomb."

P.S. The heroine is clearheaded, while the hero will grow more and more awful.

Reader's Guide:

1. Coercive romance, 1v1, both leads have no prior romantic or sexual experience.

2. The hero is unhinged and doesn't think like an ordinary person.

3. Happy ending.

Here's a coming-soon novel. I'm rolling around and batting my eyes, begging you to add it to your collection:

The Ode of Incense Ashes

A scheming young lady from a fallen family x an upright prince who follows his father in the struggle to conquer the realm

Jiang Jiaoyue once had an older brother, her father's illegitimate son. In her memories, he was always bullied by their uncle and aunt, yet remained forever silent and taciturn.

Later, her brother disappeared. Only then did she learn from her father that he was actually the son of an old friend.

Later still, her family was framed, her father imprisoned, and her relatives turned against her. With no one to rely on, Jiang Jiaoyue had only her distant-mountain-lotus beauty as leverage. When she cast flirtatious glances at the "constable," she was shocked to discover that the handsome, imposing young man was her brother.

By then, she knew not only that her "brother" wasn't her brother, but also that he had spent these years fighting alongside his birth father and had already conquered half the realm.

Yet she pretended not to know a thing, calling him "Brother Yu" in a soft, helpless voice and showing him concern at every turn.

But her brother always kept his distance, aloof and indifferent, never lingering over her. One day, he left without a word. Jiang Jiaoyue was disheartened, and with the family's great disaster still unresolved, she had no choice but to sing for her supper at a tavern.

Purple clouds curled around the tables, and fragrance filled the room.

After singing a few songs, Jiang Jiaoyue held her pipa at an angle and bowed to the patrons beyond the beaded curtain. The curtain was lifted, and a man's eyes gleamed with a sinister, reckless look. "Xiaoman, since you like singing, sing in my room from now on."

Theme: The wind does not blow all morning, nor does the rain fall all day.