Gathering the Bright Moon

[Proud princess vs. low-born general] In the second year after the new emperor ascended the throne, he packed off his elder sister, Zhao Mingzhen, the extravagant and debauched Grand Princess, and married her to Yan Qu, a general born a commoner. One was a pampered princess of royal blood who needed a sedan chair to go anywhere and bathed in milk; the other was a rough man from the wilderness, who ate and drank whatever he could find and swallowed his teeth with his blood. Everyone said they were a terrible match. Betting houses were soon taking wagers on when this pair of sworn enemies would split up. As the rumors flew, Her Highness the Grand Princess slapped down a gleaming gold ingot and declared, "I bet three years." "I'll kick him to the curb within three years." Their marriage was a matter of weighing interests and political alliance, and Zhao Mingzhen knew it well. On their wedding night, she drew a boundary down the middle of the bed. "The left side is mine, and the right side is mine, too." "Then why draw the damn line?" The up-and-coming general rolled his eyes and made himself a bedroll on the floor. On the third day of their marriage, Zhao Mingzhen ordered him to sign an unfair contract. "No walking side by side, no holding hands, no looking at each other for more than three seconds..." She nudged him with her toe. "Are you signing or not? If you don't, we're divorcing today." General Yan ground his teeth, grunted, and scrawled the two characters in "Yan Qu" in the ugliest handwriting imaginable. In the third month of their marriage, Zhao Mingzhen accidentally inhaled an aphrodisiac and pounded the table, shouting, "What kind of man needs me to go to his bed myself? Go tie him up and bring him here!" Yan Qu, brought in bound: ... The third year of their marriage. In the tent, the candlelight swayed warmly. Zhao Mingzhen suddenly realized something and kicked at the man before her. Yan Qu, broad-shouldered and long-legged, crouched by the bed and swiftly caught her wet ankle in his hand. "What's wrong, my princess? Didn't you ask me to wash your feet?" Zhao Mingzhen's expression wavered. She turned her eyes away awkwardly. ...Three years ago, she could never have imagined this. That General Yan, renowned for his military might and holding the highest position in court, would wash her feet by warm candlelight, his gaze gentle. Tips: A proud, vain, peacock-like princess vs. a rugged general who's cold on the outside and warm on the inside They start out as complete strangers, with no secret crushes; married first, fall in love later; light comedy The heroine really is haughty and spoiled, and gets to be extravagant and debauched three-quarters of the time. She won't suffer for love. The hero is devoted to her in body and soul; even every strand of his hair is pure. P.S. The timeline in the blurb is just for reference. The plot moves along naturally and doesn't follow a strict schedule of one day, three months, three years. Neighboring serial: After Losing Her Memory, She Got a Happy Ending with Her Mortal Enemy Blurb: Shen Qingyan and Mu Jue had been at odds since childhood. A refined young lady who knew her books and manners couldn't stand the mischievous boy next door, always jumping around; the proud and unruly young general loved teasing the sweet-faced but sharp-witted girl next door. They were incompatible in every way and fought whenever they met. Their elders were at a loss, never imagining that an imperial decree of marriage would bring together these two people who were worlds apart. On their wedding night, the two of them got into a huge fight, and Mu Jue stormed out, slamming the door. Then he heard a maid cry out behind him: "Oh no, oh no! The young madam fell from the windowsill and hit her head!" After losing her memory, Shen Qingyan tugged at his sleeve, shy and coy. "Husband." Mu Jue thought this was just another one of her new tricks to tease him, and asked coldly, "What did you call me?" Shen Qingyan blinked, looking at his wedding clothes. "I'm the bride and you're the groom. Isn't that what I should call you? Hus...band?" Mu Jue's eyes widened in shock. Meeting her doe-eyed, bewildered gaze, he gave up resisting. "That's right," he said, turning his face away, the tips of his ears red. "Tonight... is our wedding night." After losing her memory, Shen Qingyan forgot many things, but she could still feel her heart race whenever Mu Jue came near. Shen Qingyan, hand over her heart: I see. This is what it means to be deeply in love. ✔️ Until one night, she remembered everything. She remembered him trampling her flowerbed and her reporting him to his parents. She remembered how they fought from one end of the street to the other, so badly that even the dogs passing by didn't dare put in a word. Furious, Shen Qingyan tried to shove him away and confront him, but the arm in front of her curled around her of its own accord, pulling her into his embrace with practiced ease. "What's wrong?" Mu Jue mumbled sleepily, yawning. He sniffed her, then kissed her. "Want more?" Shen Qingyan: ... #Seeking the potion that will make someone stay amnesiac# #In a hurry, waiting online# Coming soon: Mistakenly Fallen for Lan Shi Blurb: Blurb: Lan Shi made a deal with Fu Hengzhi, who had been stranded in the countryside, gravely wounded and on the verge of death. She would take him home and nurse him back to health, in return for half a gold cake to bury her late husband. Lan Shi had no idea that the man she saved had such an extraordinarily noble identity. The day Fu Hengzhi recovered, a large group of soldiers surrounded the place. He lifted his chin and pointed at her arrogantly with his riding crop. "Though this country girl is coarse and crude, and recently widowed, she did save my life. Take her back. She'll do as a concubine." Lan Shi only wanted to remain faithful to her late husband and refused, but he forcibly seized her and took her to the capital. Through countless nights of bitter, tangled passion, she gritted her teeth in hatred, while he kissed her neck again and again and whispered in her ear: "You may hate me. That man is already dead, and in the end, you can only ever be mine." He kept her imprisoned. She tried to escape several times but couldn't. Yet she refused to be a bird in a golden cage, and at last she plunged a dagger into his heart. Fu Hengzhi had always known that she hated him to the bone. But things had gone too far. He couldn't turn back, and he couldn't let her go. He thought that one stab would be enough to end the tangled, bitter half-life they had shared, but he never expected to be reborn on the very day she found him. Fu Hengzhi thought, This time, I must treat her more gently. He lay still in the damp mountain woods at summer's end, letting blood pour from his wounds as the rain drained the warmth from his body. But even after he lost consciousness, the familiar figure never appeared. He used the last of his strength to crawl down the mountain like a dying dog and reach her wooden hut. In the warm, yellow candlelight, she sat by the window, her face calm and serene. Another man, elegant and refined, had his arms around her and gently kissed the top of her head. It was the husband she had loved deeply in her previous life, now dead. Both leads are reborn, with a time gap between them. Theme: Smash the jade cage and let the phoenix fly; break the golden lock and release the flood dragon.