Noble Princess x Young Man from Miaojiang
Decisive, both tough and tender x Dark, obsessive, beautiful, tragic, and strong
In her previous life, Princess Qinghe Shen Ciying was skilled at political maneuvering and manipulating people. She supported the young emperor, served as regent for three years, executed corrupt officials, expanded the borders, drove back the Rong and Di tribes, and wielded power throughout the court. Her achievements were remarkable.
The new King of Miaojiang, Chi Yuheng, led his army all the way to the imperial capital. The young emperor offered him the Grand Princess Qinghe, who was no longer of any use.
When Shen Ciying looked at the Miaojiang king and found him strangely familiar, she realized with a shock that he was the hostage prince everyone in the palace had forgotten.
The people of Miaojiang were skilled in using poison and in beguiling hearts.
She was imprisoned deep within the palace.
He clasped her fragile, pale neck, his fingertips slowly caressing it and drawing a shiver from her. "Even if you die, I won't let you go." His low, hoarse voice carried a touch of feverish obsession.
"You love me..." He coaxed her again and again. "You'll never leave me..."
She paused, then pressed her lips to his and murmured, "I love you... I'll never leave you..."
Amid the room's intoxicating warmth, a clear tear slid from the corner of her eye.
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When Shen Ciying opened her eyes again, she had returned to the year she came of age.
To change her fate, Shen Ciying had planned to enter the Cold Palace and kill him, once and for all. But then she saw the frail boy, covered in blood and shivering in the cold wind.
Her heart softened. She repeatedly came to his aid, hoping her kindness would change him.
Who knew the little wolf's gaze would only grow more gloomy and possessive?
The realm was at peace, the land calm and the seas clear.
At last, Shen Ciying could step aside and enjoy an easy life as a princess. She could choose a gentle, refined husband to be her consort and live happily ever after.
On the day the imperial decree arrived, Chi Yuheng backed Shen Ciying into a corner, step by step.
His trembling hand gripped her shoulder, fierce and unyielding. As he raised his hand, a strange fragrance filled the air, and in an instant Shen Ciying's body went limp.
He slowly drew her into his arms, leaning close to Shen Ciying and whispering against her ear, "Your Highness, have you forgotten that I know how to use poison?"
The voice at her ear was fierce and broken. "Please, don't leave me..."
Love is the most venomous poison of all.
The dynasty is fictional. No historical research needed.
2024.05.07
Theme: Why reach for the moon when I can make it come to me?