[Daily updates. Humbly asking for follows. Thank you, thank you!]
Autumn, Year 27 of the Taijing Era.
The newly crowned top scholar of the imperial examinations takes first place at the Ta Fang Banquet.
Everyone at the banquet turns their eyes to the Duke of Ji's legitimate daughter. The reason is simple: the Ta Fang Banquet is actually a matchmaking banquet for the princess.
And the top scholar is Ji Ruiling's "child bridegroom."
Ji Ruiling sits high on the platform and smiles faintly, unconcerned.
She bets the top scholar will refuse!
But who could have guessed that he would rise and bow, graciously accepting the honor in front of everyone?
Ji Ruiling's smile freezes on her face.
Just as everyone waits to see Ji Ruiling made a fool of herself,
Ji Ruiling catches a glimpse of the black-clad young man beside her "child bridegroom."
When Wei Lanyu first meets the eldest Miss Ji, she is still his friend's "fiancee."
At a glance, he knows she's trouble, though he doesn't know the details.
That is, until she chooses him.
Later, whether she calls on heaven and earth or uses the Thirty-Six Stratagems, this noblewoman of the capital keeps him firmly under her thumb. Only then does he learn what it really means to be trouble.
In his eyes, Ji Ruiling embodies every flaw of the capital's noblewomen: arrogance, domineering behavior, cunning, and caprice.
He will never fall for a woman like her!
Until the Mo Kingdom invades the border, and Ji Ruiling leaves him a divorce letter before leading troops to the frontier.
Everyone thinks Wei Lanyu will be overjoyed.
But who could have guessed that he would tear the letter to shreds without even looking at it? Beneath the flying scraps of paper, his eyes redden.
"Ji Ruiling! What do you take me for?"
A formidable noblewoman × an anti-hustle playboy.
Reader's Guide: 1. One-on-one romance.
2. The heroine takes the hero by force. He resists at first, then pursues her; the angst is very, very, very mild.
Theme: Just when things seem darkest, a new path opens up
Dear babies, Diandian's column collects the pre-collection of ancient sayings "Cousin Gao Pan, the First Brother" and the current version of the cookie "I'm So Poor". Thank you, dear ones~ (He hugged me wildly and let out a whimper before retreating quietly, bowing at 90 degrees.) Come and collect, collect, and collect, this chef will cook for everyone non-stop!!!!(Throwing to the ground, rolling in place, going crazy, crying loudly.)
Why don't you like the prince 😭
Spread the flowers Spread the flowers Spread the flowers
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers
Spread the flowers Spread the flowers Spread the flowers
Spread the flowers Spread the flowers Spread the flowers
Collect it. Can you hold it in a big paw?