Twelve Years as Your Betrothed

Upcoming historical romance: Love After Marriage to the Prince of Loulan. See the blurb below this novel's description.

[This novel's blurb]

Mo Qijun thought her savior was the cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside type. She never expected him to deceive her and use her.

What a heartless man!

Fine, then. She'd consider her debt for saving her life repaid.

Thinking this, she turned around and married the man she'd loved since she was young.

Then one day, this heartless man came knocking again.

What did he want now?

She'd already chosen between the man who appeared out of nowhere and her childhood sweetheart, hadn't she?

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Lin Shuyun thought he'd long since lost the ability to feel anything for anyone.

In his original plan, Mo Qijun's life meant nothing at all.

He hadn't expected their relationship to begin with using her and end with him falling for her.

Both times she left him, it broke his heart.

The first time, she chose to marry someone else. He was like a stray dog spying on someone else's happiness, doing what he had always wanted to do but unable to focus, relying on alcohol to numb himself.

Drunk and unable to tell reality from illusion, he trapped her between his arms as she tried to escape. He leaned over her, wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and lifted her fair chin.

His usually desireless eyes were filled with a demand to have everything.

"Aqi, I saved your life."

His hoarse voice fell along with his warm, deep kiss.

"You belong to me."

The second time, she was at death's door. Holding her, he bent his usually straight back, and the pride and arrogance he'd once possessed were brought to their knees.

He didn't care about anything else. He searched everywhere, sought out renowned masters, knocked on the doors of his enemies, and exhausted every means at his disposal.

In the end, with nowhere left to turn, his face drained of color and filled with despair. He prayed to the gods and Buddhas he'd never believed in, begging to trade his life for hers.

"If I have nothing left to offer, then let my soul be the matchmaker and my spirit the betrothal gift. Let my bones become the brush and my blood stain the marriage contract. I offer you twelve years as your husband. May we never part, year after year."

1. One-on-one romance, happy ending.

2. The novel has mildly fantastical elements, including Chinese medicine's Five Phases, ancient mystical arts, and the Eight Trigrams.

Love After Marriage to the Prince of Loulan: Blurb

On the day she was sent away to marry for peace, Fu Peisheng, who had lived conservatively for most of her life, was in for quite a shock.

The people here didn't care that she was a princess. They made her wear clothes as revealing as their own, tying and binding her up before tossing her straight into the bridal tent.

Fu Peisheng's face flushed red, every inch of her body crying out in protest, but she lay on the ground, unable to move.

"Who tied up my darling like this?"

She looked up in fright.

The man in front of her had golden hair and blue eyes, looking at her with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Most importantly, he was bare-chested.

His bare skin filled her vision.

It was truly indecent to look.

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In outsiders' eyes, the Second Prince of Loulan, Helian Tumu, is a womanizer who welcomes anyone into his bed.

Only he knows that all his apparent hedonism is merely an act, a way to conceal his true strength.

He thinks the political marriage is just another act, and no one in a play falls in love for real.

Just as he thinks Fu Peisheng is a house cat, someone to tease whenever he's in the mood, whose claws can only manage a harmless scratch.

He never expected to be the first to make their pretend romance real.

And Fu Peisheng became a venomous snake that slipped into his heart, leaving him helpless with the slightest movement.

He was the one who'd planned to put her in danger, but when she pulled her hand from his, he suddenly feared that he might lose her forever.

Helian Tumu remembered a story his mother had told him when he was little.

The story's heroine turned her tears into pearls whenever she cried.

He'd never given it much thought, until the moment Fu Peisheng shed a tear.

Their argument over a misunderstanding wasn't pretty. She'd been wronged, and she sat silently in the corner.

Her sobs struck his heart again and again like a blunt weapon.

He was proud and full of self-respect, but he couldn't stop himself from pulling her close.

Tears streamed from her red-rimmed eyes.

His heart suddenly ached beyond measure.

So that's what the pearls meant: they were the embodiment of a precious treasure.

Theme: As long as there's hope in your heart, you can never be trapped by hardship