[Fragile yet resilient young woman] * [Gentle, scheming powerful minister]
Wen Xianyi thought the eldest young master of the Sheng family was truly a good man.
He was handsome and refined, the youngest successful candidate in the imperial examinations in Huizhou, and, most importantly, kindhearted. Not only did he hold no grudge, he also looked after her husband's family.
Thanks to Young Master Sheng, her wrongly accused husband had barely been released from prison when he was given an official post.
After much thought, Wen Xianyi carried a basket of freshly steamed mint cakes and knocked on the Sheng residence's gate through the hazy rain.
Her knees hurt terribly from kneeling on the blue bricks, but her gratitude was sincere. “Young Master, I can never repay your great kindness. I would gladly repay you in the next life, even if I had to weave grass into sandals and wear rings in my mouth, ”
“Why so formal, Yiniang? You can repay me in this life.”
She looked up in surprise. He lowered his eyes to his teacup and skimmed away the foam.
His handsome face was refined and courteous, but his words chilled her to the bone. “After all, whether he gets to keep that official post is up to you, Yiniang.”
The sound of broken porcelain faded. Silence filled the room for a long while before a faint sob finally broke it.
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Sheng Huaiyu had been navigating the treacherous world of officialdom since his youth, and had never bothered with matters between men and women.
But on the day he returned to his hometown to observe mourning, he caught sight of a flash of vibrant color among the blue bricks and dark tiles.
He wanted her, and with just a little manipulation, she was obediently handed over to him.
Too bad she wouldn't behave.
The sound of the phoenix flute rang out above the pleasure boat. Sheng Huaiyu gripped her waist and thrust down hard, his anger barely restrained as he bit her soft earlobe. “Tell me, Yiniang, how have I treated you so poorly that you'd turn to another man?”
Wen Xianyi rested her chin lightly on his shoulder, damp with sweat. Her delicate features were cold and indifferent. She closed her eyes slightly and gave no answer.
Her life might be worthless, but she still wanted to make her own choice for once.
Blurb written on January 16, 2025
Content warnings:
1. The female lead is not a virgin, while the male lead is. Readers with purity preferences should take caution.
2. Coercive possession, over-the-top melodrama, and no regard for morality. Please don't moralize or attack the author. If this bothers you, take caution.
Theme: Respect others.
