My Lady Is Kindhearted, While I, Your Majesty, Am a Vile Servant

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The noblewoman Shen Su was beautiful and serene. She married Gu Zheng, the Marquis of Changping, her childhood sweetheart, making everyone around them envious.

But when her betrothed returned victorious to the capital, he had already fallen in love with someone else.

In her previous life, Shen Su swallowed her humiliation and married into the marquis's household. She and her husband grew to loathe each other, she fought endlessly with his concubine, and in the end she died young after a long illness, her body wrapped in nothing but a thin coffin.

In this life, Shen Su finally got the divorce she wanted.

Through the curtain of drizzle, she saw the benefactor who had once kept vigil beside her grave approaching with an umbrella.

The handsome young man looked up at Shen Su standing on the steps, trying to beguile her as he had so many times before.

"The title of marquis's wife is too small and insignificant, nowhere near as honorable as empress. Don't you want to see the people who wronged you kneel and bow?"

He was a masterful persuader, and Shen Su found herself swayed again and again.

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Prince Fu Yu of Jin had "the face of fine jade and the heart of a demon." After guarding the northern frontier for seven years, he was ambushed and had no choice but to lie low in the capital while investigating the truth.

By a twist of fate, he met a young woman who had been praying for his safety. Seizing the heaven-sent opportunity, Fu Yu promptly struck a deal with the kindhearted Third Miss Shen.

She would take him on as her guard, and once he returned to the capital, Fu Yu would help her break off her engagement.

But after playing the part of a wicked servant at her side for so long, the fallen prince grew greedy.

If Shen Su had to choose someone to marry, why couldn't it be him? No one in the world could serve her more agreeably.

Reader's guide:

One-on-one romance, both leads sexually inexperienced, happy ending.

An imagined historical setting with original worldbuilding, no need to check historical accuracy.

Cover art by the wonderful artist Wuren Wenjin.

Please also check out my upcoming novel, Back to My Husband's Youth.

Cui Zhifan had a wonderfully comfortable life.

The illustrious Boling Cui clan was rich and powerful, and she was the youngest daughter, cherished by the whole family. Later, she married Lu Youzhi, the newly appointed Vice Minister of Justice. Though her husband's family had fallen on hard times, he was as handsome as Pan An, quiet and gentle in nature, and endlessly tolerant of her. Their marriage was the stuff of legends.

Then she fell from a horse and, in the blink of an eye, returned to eight years earlier.

She had planned to wait for her future husband to come propose, but then she dreamed of his family's ruin. Heartbroken for him, Cui Zhifan decided to go to Gusu ahead of time to find him.

On the way, bandits attacked her, and she was rescued at the last moment.

Her benefactor wielded a slender, three-foot sword and dispatched the bandit chief with swift precision. Deliberately lowering his voice and turning his back to her, he began, "I saw what happened and..."

Cui Zhifan threw her arms around him and sobbed against his back. "Husband! I missed you so much!"

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Even if you cracked Lu Youzhi's head open, he would never have guessed that while acting as a chivalrous hero, he would end up rescuing a young woman.

She was young and short, but had a fierce temper and endless demands. The only thing to recommend her was her sweet tongue and knack for winning people over.

Lu Youzhi thought he could indulge this Sixth Miss a little as a younger sister.

As his wife... He stopped himself in time. Better not.

But when a friend asked him for Cui Zhifan's birth date and time, Lu Youzhi felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

One day, he overheard his parents chatting. "The Sixth Miss next door is as lovely as a peach blossom, so frank and adorable. Just looking at her makes me happy. Why don't we adopt her as our goddaughter?"

That night, Young Master Lu unusually climbed over the wall and spoke to the girl through her window. "When we first met, you called me your husband. Did you mean it, or were you joking?"

Premise: Love is like tending a flower.