Crown Princess Yu Xiangqing got into a huge argument with the crown prince over his plan to take his childhood sweetheart as a secondary consort. She accidentally hit her head, and the imperial family sent her to Rongyue Manor that very night to recuperate.
Three days later, she woke from her coma, but the blow had damaged her brain.
In her memories, she and the crown prince had grown up together, deeply in love. She was the apple of his eye, and he couldn't bear to see her suffer the slightest grievance.
Now she had hit her head and was in pain, but the crown prince was nowhere to be seen. Every day, she waited by the door, longing to be the first person he saw!
After keeping this up for several days, she finally saw the man who seemed to embody grace and purity.
They laughed and chatted, strolled hand in hand, and shared romantic moments together. They looked every bit like newlyweds, deeply in love.
But as her memories gradually returned, something began to feel wrong.
She and the crown prince had always detested each other! Where had this childhood romance come from? She hadn't objected to him taking a secondary consort because she loved him. It was because she couldn't stand to see those eyes of his, so much like the ones belonging to the beloved she carried in her heart, gazing tenderly at another woman. She couldn't stand it, so she wanted to ruin it!
The person she loved had died long ago in a snowy tragedy. She had no hopes of growing old with anyone.
Faced with her increasingly clingy "crown prince husband," she was at her wit's end. A stand-in should just do his job as a stand-in. He didn't need to love her, and he shouldn't fall for anyone else. He should just be a breathing statue. That would be perfect.
Then one snowy night, after they had made love,
he insisted she call him by his childhood name: Zhi Nu.
But wasn't the crown prince's childhood name Azheng?
By the time Yu Xiangqing had recovered all her memories, she had already ascended the throne as empress, mother of the realm.
It turned out that the one she had waited for back then wasn't the crown prince, Xin Hao, but his twin brother, Xin Song, the beloved she thought had "died young."
Reader notice:
1. Nobody here is a good person, and the heroine is especially obsessive, but this story is sweet and healing.
2. The male lead is Xin Song. He suffers amnesia at first due to an injury, but recovers his memories.
3. A fake stand-in story. (A tearful explanation: the male lead is his own stand-in.)
4. Please, dear readers, give this story a favorite. Just one!
Please add my new story, After Becoming the Wife of a Minister's Son
Winter of the twenty-fourth year of Dingjia. The cold was bitter.
Ayan, a Yangzhou courtesan, climbed into a carriage bound south with an official's daughter, hoping to find her younger brother. Through the blinding snow, she set out to marry Cui Ye, the most notorious minister's son in all of Great Jing, in place of the wealthy young lady.
At first, all she wanted was to escape her lowly status and find a place where she could make a living in peace.
When she first met him, the snow had stopped and plum blossoms were scattered on the ground. He sat high on a platform, as graceful as ice and jade, listening to the waves crash against the shore. After a long pause, he answered her: "The Cui family has no cause for celebration. Miss, you've come to the wrong place."
Ayan thought that, given her shameful background, it was only natural that he looked down on her. At least this place provided room and board, and she wouldn't have to entertain guests. She was overjoyed.
Later, her identity was exposed, and everyone pointed fingers at her, cursing her. How could a Yangzhou courtesan possibly serve the sovereign?
His injustice had been cleared. He had become emperor, ruling the land beneath heaven. She thought it shouldn't be hard to ask him for a letter of divorce.
After their separation, she could set up her own household. She had saved up plenty of gold, silver, and other valuables over the years. She'd be sure to live comfortably.
But he said bluntly, "We aren't even married. How could we speak of divorce?"
Her heart sank, but on second thought, he was right! So she turned and left without even saying goodbye.
Suddenly, something heavy was placed in her hands. He had pressed a jade seal of warm, smooth stone into them. Engraved on it were the words: Empress's Seal.
Ayan ran her fingers over the exquisitely carved hornless dragon on the seal and looked up. "Your Majesty, is there cause for celebration in the Cui family this time?"
His handsome face hurt a little. He pressed his lips together, looking somewhat sheepish as he recalled the past. A moment later, he spoke with renewed confidence. "It's more than a cause for celebration in the Cui family. When I take a wife, the whole realm should celebrate."
Everyone who disapproved of them had to come congratulate them. Not a single congratulatory message from the court officials could be missing!
If he loved her, he would proclaim it to the world, with ten miles of red wedding finery, a hundred flower-adorned sedan chairs, offerings at the ancestral temple, a banquet for the court officials, and celebrations throughout the realm.
[Male Lead's Perspective]
On Yugu Terrace, one glance at her had captivated him. His heart, desolate for years, bloomed with spring flowers in a single night.
He was a disgraced man, trapped on a high platform, with no hope of clearing his name, abandoned by everyone. She alone was the springtime warmth in his long, bleak winter.
After enduring the cold for so long, even the tiniest warmth was enough to make him pull back his outstretched hand. But if that warmth remained, he too would throw himself into it, content to drown.
In time, he became sovereign of the realm, yet only her willing servant.
[Reader Notice]
1. Single-couple romance, substitute marriage, healing, and love after marriage.
2. The story is set in a fictional Song dynasty.
3. Please, please add it to your favorites! Muah!
My new story, Cooking for Su Shi, is now open for preorders:
Song dynasty, fifth year of Xining. In a cramped little courtyard in Hangzhou, Yuanniang knelt beside her father's sickbed.
Yuanniang had transmigrated here and found her father gravely ill the moment she arrived. She was a little bewildered.
Luckily, her father had found her a place to stay: she would live with his close friend until she married.
It was bitterly cold when that man arrived through the snow, carrying himself with the grace of a plum blossom and the bearing of a crane, clear and radiant. The moment he removed his bamboo hat, Yuanniang heard her father say weakly, "Brother Zizhan, you've come."
Yuanniang looked up in shock. In the Xining era, in Hangzhou, she knew only one person whose courtesy name was Zizhan: the renowned genius Su Shi.
Her father used what little strength he had left to entrust her to him. But the Su family gradually fell on hard times, and she couldn't exactly eat and live there for free.
She couldn't manage needlework, which required skill, but she felt she could at least help light the fire and cook.
On Yuanniang's first day in the Su family kitchen, she failed to cook the food and set the kitchen on fire.
One month after Yuanniang started working in the Su family kitchen, Su Shi stirred a bowl of soup in which the water was water and the rice was rice, and couldn't figure out what was wrong.
One year after Yuanniang started working in the Su family kitchen, Su Shi looked at the unidentified gelatinous substance on his plate and gave up.
Going out to serve as an official and coming home to cook must simply be his fate.
Later, someone quietly asked Su Shi how such a distinguished man of letters had developed such masterful cooking skills.
Was the family cook especially talented?
Su Shi said nothing. Yes, the cook was talented. He had learned everything himself.
Reader notice:
1. A food story with a warm, everyday feel. The author has a wild imagination and makes up all sorts of dubious tales from unofficial histories. The story is mostly fictional, so don't fact-check it.
2. The heroine's love interest is not Su Shi. He raises her as his daughter.
Theme: Be kind to yourself, love life, and pursue beautiful love with optimism
I Set Up a Food Stall Outside the Imperial Academy
I Go Fishing for My Master in the Northern Song Dynasty (Imperial Exams)
After I Was Widowed, My Former Fiancé Schemed to Take Me by Force
Securing the Empire Through the Imperial Exams
Clear Skies After the Lin'an Rain (Imperial Exams)
After the Concubine's Daughter Took Her Place in Marriage
I Landed on a Big Shot's Blacklist
After the Supporting Female Character Enters with Her Own Script
The Emperor's Beloved Wife
Springtime Romance in the Marquis's Household
A Song of Immortals Beneath the Nine Heavens
I Became a Cook in Su Shi's Household
Seeing this, I suddenly thought of Pi Zhi. . . Thinking back again, even the personalities and experiences are somewhat similar.
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The author has gone into retreat and is studying seriously how to write a wonderful story. I will attach the ending of the last tens of thousands words of the book in the middle to late 2019. I will temporarily stop updating, sorry. 12.10 Stay
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The author is pre-accepting and please add it to your favorites. If you like it, just click on it and add it to your favorites. Happy circles. 1. "Rebirth until the end of the feud with the husband" (ancient saying + women are not men C + chasing the wife in the crematorium + the second male lead) 2. "I Worked as a Cook in Su Shi's Mansion" (Ancient Time Travel + Song Dynasty Time + Food Literature + Warm Healing) The copy is as follows: "Rebirth until the end of the feud with my husband" Xie Chenglan has been married to Mu Yun for ten years. The couple leans against each other and plays the piano and harp in harmony, making others envious. Until one day, when Xie Chenglan just came out of the rouge shop, a four-year-old child stumbled over, hugged Mu Yun's thigh and called "Daddy". In an instant, all the wind and smoke were cleared. Everyone knows that Weiyuan Hou's wife Xie Chenglan has a lot of good qualities, but two things are the most criticized: one is jealous, and the other is that she has no offspring. She looked into his panicked eyes, waiting for him to explain. Mu Yun's face gradually turned from pale to red, but he did not deny the identity of the child. It was indeed his son born to his wife. It just so happened that the outsider was Xie Chenglan's stepsister. Xie Chenglan was so angry that he returned home. A few days later, Mu Yun came to Xie's house to pick her up and asked for her forgiveness by putting the child in her name and not bringing her stepsister over. Relatives and friends tried to persuade him to make peace. No matter how bad Mu Yun was, he was still a noble prince who cared about the emperor's heart. He couldn't let his stepsister get an advantage. She was not willing to let him go and planned to go back with him, but when she was about to go out, she fell and passed out. In the dream, Xie Chenglan saw that for the rest of her life, she was just a poor person who took care of Mu Yun's family business, but it was her stepsister who really grew old with Mu Yun. How unreasonable! Once he woke up from the dream, Xie Chenglan insisted on making peace without saying a word! Whoever likes this pair of stinky fish and rotten shrimps can accept it. Mu Yun thought that Xie Chenglan could not live without him, and would never live without him. If she had not loved him so much, she would not have accepted this marriage when he was as humble as a piece of grass, nor would she have injured her body in order to escort him to escape from the rebel army, and she would not have been able to have children since then. He thought he was her life, until he saw her desperately running past him towards another man. He suddenly realized with heartache that she was his life. He begged her for forgiveness in despair, but he couldn't even get close to her because she was about to marry and become the wife of heaven. Reading tips: 1. Female is not male C 2. The second male lead 3. Chasing Wife Crematorium "I Worked as a Cook in Su Shi's Mansion" In the fifth year of Xining in the Song Dynasty, in a small and cramped courtyard in Hangzhou, Fang Niang knelt in front of her father's hospital bed. Yuan Niang came here through clothing, but just after wearing it, her father was seriously ill, and she was a little confused. Fortunately, her father found a place for her to live in the house of his best friend until she got married. It was a cold day, and the man came with the wind and snow. He was plump and plump in his movements, and his spirit was refreshing. The moment he took off his bamboo hat, Yuan Niang heard her father say sadly: "Brother Zizhan, you are here." Yuan Niang suddenly raised her head. During the Xining period, in the city of Hangzhou, she knew a genius named Zizhan, Su Shi who was famous throughout the ages. Her father took a strong breath and entrusted her to him, but gradually the life of the Su family became not easy, and she could not afford to eat and drink for free. She couldn't do things like being a female celebrity, which required skills, but she felt she could still help light the fire and cook. On the first day that Yuan Niang entered the Su family's kitchen, the dishes were not cooked and she burned down the kitchen. A month after Yuan Niang entered the Su family's kitchen, Su Shi was stirring the water in the bowl and the rice was rice soup, but he always felt that something was wrong. A year after Yuan Niang entered the Su family's kitchen, Su Shi looked at the unknown gelatinous substance on the plate and gave up the struggle. It is probably his destiny to go out to be an official and go home to cook. Later, someone asked Su Shi quietly, how did such a great writer develop such superb cooking skills? Is the cook at home particularly good? Su Shi said silently: Yes, he is a great cook, and he is all self-taught. Reading tips: 1. Food articles, warm and daily oriented, written by Jun Lu Ziye, who is full of false information about official and wild history. The whole text is basically fictitious and should not be used for research. 2. The heroine CP is not Su Shi. She was raised by Su Shi as his daughter.
This way I can watch updates every morning when I wake up hehe