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Clear-Eyed Fallen Emperor * Noblewoman Who Runs an Ocean Trade Business
Yan Yue was a noblewoman raised amid the misty rains of Jiangnan. Exceptionally beautiful yet strong-willed, she kept her family's maritime trading company running like clockwork and was even planning to open a new northern shipping route.
Then disaster struck without warning. Her father, an official who had discovered the prefect's treasonous ambitions, was attending a banquet hosted by the prefect when her entire family was murdered.
Yan Yue was reborn half an hour before her death. She was already at the banquet, surrounded by heavily armed troops with no way to escape.
Using the advantage of knowledge from her rebirth, Yan Yue dragged the uninvolved General Qilin, Shang Nanji, into the plot and used his influence to save her family.
Shang Nanji demanded repayment for saving them. He claimed thirty percent of the Yan family's annual profits and kept Yan Yue as a hostage in his residence to keep her father and brothers in check and make them serve his interests.
Yan Yue obediently remained a hostage for three years, all because she knew he would become the future emperor and wanted to earn his favor in advance.
His favor was secured, her family was safe, and the new shipping route was thriving. Her work was done, so she took her leave.
"Leave? Not a chance!" The founding emperor sneered. He was so handsome that the moonlight dimmed when he lifted his eyes.
The Yan family wanted to find someone to marry into their household.
At the same time, the emperor issued an edict seeking talent, inviting scholars from across the land to serve.
The steward of the Yan residence took a liking to several scholars of respectable backgrounds. The moment one showed the slightest interest, officials recruiting talent would whisk him away with great ceremony.
After this happened several times, Yan Yue glared toward the palace. "Is His Majesty trying to steal my men?"
That night, the handsome emperor stood in the courtyard of the Yan residence and asked first, "Why are you always trying to steal my people?"
He drew the woman who kept retreating into his arms. Her soft, fragrant warmth against him settled his heart at once. "If anyone is to marry into the Yan family, it can only be me."
Upcoming sweet romance: marriage first, love later, and a groveling ex, "Has the 'Capital's Number One' Finally Fallen?" A bold, radiant little sun × a ruthless, brooding general
Song Xian was the dazzling noblewoman known as the "Capital's Number One."
Her father was the chief grand secretary, and her mother was the wealthiest person in the land.
Grateful for the chief grand secretary's tireless service to the country, the emperor happened to hear him mention his daughter's poetry. After reading it, he declared by imperial decree that Song Xian was the "Capital's Number One Talented Woman."
Her mother employed countless master artisans and procured rare treasures, piling them all into the title of "Capital's Number One Beauty" for Song Xian.
The owners of the capital's dens of indulgence, from theaters and teahouses to gambling houses and racetracks, privately called Song Xian the "Capital's Number One Spendthrift."
Song Xian had always done as she pleased, convinced there was nothing she could not obtain. She called herself the "Capital's Number One Happy-Go-Lucky Lady."
After Song Xian came of age, even more people flocked around her, and the princes, raised in luxury, began courting her as well.
The royal family of Dali seemed cursed. Every emperor died young, and a new one took the throne every three to five years. The royal court was in turmoil, leaving the officials deeply uneasy.
Meanwhile, the chief grand secretary was robust and firmly established as the foremost civil official, a source of reassurance to the entire court.
Song Xian thought nothing of any of them, yet fell in love at first sight with General Bai Ning, who had just returned from the border.
She spent a fortune to make the general smile, bought the wish lanterns of an entire city, and had thousands of people release them together. The whole capital shone like daylight as they prayed for the general's good fortune...
No matter how dramatically Song Xian made a spectacle of herself, until everyone in the capital knew about it, General Bai remained indifferent.
Those in the know said that General Bai had a childhood sweetheart, his moonlight, with whom he had grown up and shared an extraordinary bond. This time, the "Capital's Number One" might finally take a fall!
Song Xian chased after Bai Ning for several months, just as the emperor died once again.
Rumors spread through the court that whichever prince married Song Xian would be the next emperor.
To avoid marrying into the imperial family, Song Xian had Bai Ning's moonlight sent away, then forced him at swordpoint to marry her.
Everyone in the capital knew Bai Ning disliked Song Xian.
The new emperor ascended the throne and used an iron fist to reform the court. The Song family fell from power overnight.
The pearl from the high tower tumbled into the mud.
The whole capital waited for Song Xian, once the "Capital's Number One," to be cast aside.
In the spring bedchamber, unseen by anyone, the ruthless and brooding general clasped her pale jade feet and pulled the woman trying to flee back into his arms. "Divorce? Faking your death? Who gave you the nerve? You forced me to marry you, then played with my feelings and abandoned me?"
Theme: Discover the allure of female characters.
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