[Proud, ruthless young general x delicate, alluring beauty who knows how to ensnare hearts]
Everyone in the capital knew that He Yao and Xie Hanzhang were sworn enemies.
He hated opportunists most of all, and Xie Hanzhang had been appointed Crown Prince's Junior Preceptor without taking the imperial examinations. She fawned on those above her and seized power, a beautiful calamity.
Xie Hanzhang happened to hate He Yao too. He killed without mercy and never even blinked when massacring a city.
Each served their own side, scheming against one another, neither willing to yield.
The day the imperial edict of betrothal arrived, He Yao was polishing his sword and took it for a joke.
Marry her? He would rather rebel.
Someone in the army teased him that Xie Hanzhang of the Eastern Palace was so beautiful she was beyond compare.
He Yao scoffed and remarked, "You'd better get your eyes gouged out. You must be blind."
When she heard the shocking news of the betrothal, Xie Hanzhang's usually smiling face turned cold for the first time.
Marry that mad dog? Did she have a death wish?
She had planned to negotiate, but the Crown Prince suddenly lost power, leaving her only one path...
Win He Yao over.
So she swallowed her pride and waited for him in the rain outside the general's mansion.
As expected, she couldn't even get through the front gate.
The second time, Xie Hanzhang acted first and asked questions later, brazenly grinding ink for him in his study.
She wore a sheer, gauzy dress, her skin as smooth and pale as jade.
He Yao glanced at her, then looked away. His tone was teasing and careless. "You think this will make me marry you?"
Was he really the kind of man who could be bewitched by a pretty face? How shallow.
A few days later, in that same study,
He Yao ground the ink and picked up his brush, but not to handle military affairs.
He pinned her beneath him,
using her body as paper as the black ink traced its way across her,
while one burning kiss after another fell upon her.
Across the smooth, pale curve of her back, he wrote each stroke of the words: "A Petition for Your Hand."
A little scene:
Rumor had it that the Guardian General and the Crown Prince's Junior Preceptor had been married for a long time without consummating their marriage, and that they were at odds. Emperor Tianlin began thinking of taking a concubine for him.
"My dear subject, there are rumors in court that you are unhappy with the Xie woman's looks... Have I wronged you?"
The man, who usually left his collar open but had covered himself up completely today, licked his bitten lip and swept his displeased gaze over the assembled officials.
"If you don't need your eyes, I'll gouge them out for you."
What a joke! If A Zhang wasn't beautiful, who was?
Reading guide: 1. The male lead's epic face-slapping moment. At first he refuses to admit his feelings, but later he's a little dog wagging his tail.
2. A sweet romance, not a politically ambitious heroine story. Everything serves the romance.
3. The city massacre is described from the female lead's perspective. There's a misunderstanding.
4. Starting in early February. I'm preparing chapters now. Please bookmark!
Theme: Strive for self-improvement
