After the Crown Prince's White Moonlight Faked Her Death

Everyone in the capital knew that Yan Fuyao, the eldest daughter of the Yan family, was breathtakingly beautiful, radiant as spring blossoms.

Born with beauty beyond compare, she was destined to rise above her station and become a phoenix.

Yet she chose to hide her brilliance, retreating into the Imperial Medical Bureau and making herself look shabby and disheveled, content to be an inconspicuous junior medical attendant.

The imperial harem was full of danger and intrigue. It was beyond her, but she could at least keep her distance.

As long as she wanted nothing and expected nothing, she could listen to the wind over a cup of wine, watch the clouds drift by, tend flowers and plants, and fall asleep to the rain. Life could be as happy as that of an immortal...

Or not.

The palace staff were crafty and climbed over anyone they could. They bullied and humiliated her, gave her the hardest jobs, and pinned the worst blame on her.

The Noble Consort controlled the harem, inscrutable and dangerous, her beautiful face concealing a venomous heart.

The Crown Prince held power and cared for no one. He only wanted to possess her like an object.

Yan Fuyao: ...

Her dream was to lie flat, eat her fill, and live like a lazy fish, not to work herself to death like a beast of burden.

Before Fuyao could pack up and run, a handsome, wicked-looking young man suddenly pulled her into a secluded abandoned garden.

"Yaoyao, you haven't repaid your debt or answered my feelings. How can you just run away?"

Fuyao: ...?

Don't mess around. She only wanted to lie flat in peace and live like a lazy fish.

The young man tightened his arms around her, holding her close. "Then move somewhere else. Come lie flat in my palace. I'll give you wealth and luxury, and let you live however you please, without a care in the world."

Fuyao: "Thanks, but I'm not interested."

The young man: "That's all right. I'll wait for you to change your mind."

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Time passed. When they met again, the little medical attendant who had insisted she wanted to lie flat had become the Noble Consort's chosen candidate for Crown Princess, and was on the verge of taking possession of the imperial seal.

The Third Prince, Cang Wuhuai, whom no one in the palace dared provoke, slammed his hand on the table:

I can't wait any longer!

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When she awoke, she saw a canopy embroidered with intricate lotus vines. But beside her was not the Crown Prince, who was about to become her husband.

Fine golden chains were fastened around her wrists and ankles, their soft, delicate clinks mingling with the rustle as she struggled to sit up.

A cool hand reached out of the darkness and gently lifted her chin.

The young man's clear voice sounded close by:

"Yaoyao, you said all you wanted was to lie flat, eat your fill, and live like a lazy fish. How did you turn around and nearly become my imperial sister-in-law?"

"My imperial brother has too much for me to take away from him, so I only want you..."

"Yaoyao, since you were the first to break our promise, you can't blame me for using every means to keep you by my side..."

[Obsessive, scheming, jealous prince x socially anxious, irresistible little actress]

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[Reading Guide]

Forced possession, Mary Sue, amnesia, replacement, melodrama, romantic rivalry, confrontations between rivals

The male and female leads are both virgins, and so are all the supporting characters. Updated daily, happy ending.

Forced possession is my eternal favorite trope.

The heroine is a great beauty, and countless people love her desperately.

[New Story Coming Soon] [We Need to Find a Way to Make Her Empress] A sweet, indulgent wish-fulfillment story, coming soon

After Chancellor Song fell from power, his second daughter, Song Xi, was taken into the Duke's household as a servant.

Her hair was piled up like clouds, her beauty ethereal, her face youthful and lovely. She was the very picture of a peerless beauty.

Because of her exceptional looks, it wasn't long after Song Xi entered the household that she was cleaned up and sent to the bed of the Duke's heir.

Being reduced to a servant was bad enough. Now she had to give herself to the young master of the ducal household, a man she'd never even met?

The moment the brocade quilt was thrown open, the usually sweet and meek Song Xi knocked the heir unconscious with a slap and fled into the night.

She hid along the way, changed her name, and escaped into the mountains. Then, one day, a blood-soaked man reached out and grabbed her skirt.

"I am the emperor. I was harmed by wicked men and have fallen into this plight. Please shelter me for a little while. Once I return safely to the palace, I will reward you generously."

Song Xi burst out laughing. You're the emperor? Then I'm the Empress Dowager!

Later, the imperial guards and assassins, their faces concealed, really did come looking for him. The man took her hand, his voice tender beyond words. "I'll be gone for a month at most, half a year at the longest, and I will reclaim the throne. Then I'll return with betrothal gifts and formally marry you into the palace."

But what she received was not an imperial procession, but news that the current emperor was marrying the Chancellor's daughter, along with thugs from the Duke's household sent to capture their runaway servant.

When they met again, she was a palace maid who had been carefully trained by the Empress Dowager and sent to his bed.

"Even you belong to the Empress Dowager." The emperor held her chin and asked, eyes red, "So from the moment we met, was it all a scheme?"

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A meek, innocent little flower turns into a poison-tongued schemer. A palace maid makes a comeback and becomes empress.

Updated diligently every day, with a generous stock of chapters. I'll never abandon this story. Please bookmark it! (づ￣3￣)づ╭?~

Theme: Promote righteousness, foster a new ethos, and fulfill our responsibilities.