After Seducing the Coldhearted Princess's Consort

* A pampered princess with a sweet, innocent facade and a sharp edge x a cold commander from a lowly background

* The leads are very much in love / size difference / age gap / married first, fall in love later / dog-training romance

[Three sweet new stories coming soon: After Tempting the Ascetic Daoist, After Tempting My Cool-Headed Imperial Brother. Please add them to your reading list! Blurbs at the end.]

By imperial decree, Princess Rong Li was wed to Zhan Qin, Commander of the Imperial Guards. To their dismay, they loathed each other at first sight. Two years into their marriage, there was not the slightest trace of affection between them. Rumor had it that the princess would not even let her husband near her, and they had yet to consummate their marriage.

Everyone in the capital was betting on when this miserable couple would divorce. Then Rong Li fell off a cliff during a hunting trip, hit her head, and sank into an unconscious sleep.

The day Zhan Qin returned to the capital, the princess woke up.

He did not even take off his armor. He went straight to the princess's residence, intending to make a perfunctory show of concern.

After all, she usually would not even let him through the door. He would just check in at the courtyard and leave. Why bother wasting time taking off his armor?

But Rong Li peered out through a small window, and her icy phoenix eyes welled with tears the moment she saw him.

The little princess, whom he had not seen in months, ran barefoot into his arms. “A-Li's head hurts so much.”

Then she reached to undo his armor, pouting with all the grievance in the world. “It's so hard. I bumped into it and it hurts. Take it off.”

Zhan Qin: “...?”

Since her fall, Zhan Qin had felt that something had changed in the way the princess looked at him. Her gaze had once held nothing but disgust.

*

The princess had hit her head. The rest of her memories were perfectly intact, but she had gotten one thing completely wrong: in her mind, she and her husband were a blissfully devoted couple. Her servants, however, all insisted that the two of them had been planning to divorce, and had even written up the divorce papers.

Nonsense! What outrageous lies!

She suffered from a serious illness, and the fire within her could only be quelled by the union of yin and yang.

If that was what it took to cure her, how could a princess who had been spoiled since childhood, given the stars without ever having to ask for the moon, possibly pass up a husband with such a handsome face and such a fine physique?

A husband was made for his princess to enjoy!

To cure her illness... no, to prove that she and her husband were the happiest couple in the world:

When her husband went to work, she brought him iced treats to cool him down. As she ground his ink, she gazed at him with hearts in her eyes.

When he went to the palace, she followed close behind. If she got drunk, she clung to his sleeve and refused to let go.

When he was wounded, she cried and insisted on stripping off his clothes to apply medicine.

When he left the residence, she pouted and wheedled until she finally managed to drag him into her bed.

The capital's betting pools changed their odds. Everyone wondered if the wayward princess had come up with this scheme just to torment her husband and force him to ask the emperor for a divorce. But someone noticed that the master had quietly disappeared from the commander’s residence, while the parrot in the princess's bedchamber had been moved out in the middle of the night.

*

Hearing that the princess and her husband were deeply in love, the empress was delighted and bestowed upon them The Admonitions of Marital Virtue. Commander Zhan studied it for a long while, then finally stepped into the princess's bedchamber beneath the moonlight.

He had not even had a chance to show what he had learned before the cold-faced princess swept him out the door.

Seeing the familiar, haughty indifference on the princess's face, her husband's gaze deepened.

On the twelfth occasion he was about to be thrown out of the princess's bedchamber, he leaned over her instead. Rong Li's brows knitted together, but her husband's sword-wielding hands guided hers to undo the clasps of his dark blue cloak.

His face was still as beautiful and cold as frost on snow. The immaculate flying-fish robe he always wore was now being pulled open by his own hands, its jade clasps undone to reveal a glimpse of his pale, lean chest.

A gold chain wound around his neck and collarbone, gleaming against his fair skin in the candlelight. At last, he placed it in Rong Li's palm.

His callused fingertip hooked around her little finger. His breath curled around her ear like a damp, snowy night.

“Your Highness, do you no longer need me? This ‘illness’ of yours, shall I treat it or not?”

*

Well, it turns out that a husband can be too useful.

[Reader's Guide]

※ Both leads are each other's first and only, and the male lead is pure-hearted. I never write dirty men.

★ This is a sweet romance about a couple in love, not a female-empowerment, female-led, or political-intrigue story.

① Li is young, but she has already reached the age of majority when the story takes place. She is a few months short of the official age because the empress changed her birthday by decree, which is explained in detail in the story.

② Li's condition is roughly like a heightened form of skin thirst. Feel free to interpret it as you like.

③ The male lead is extremely strong, with a huge contrast between his personalities. He loves keeping a stern face while doing the laundry, is utterly devoted, has excellent husbandly virtue, and is very service-oriented.

④ Li is a beloved beauty with admirers everywhere, surrounded by all kinds of unrequited crushes. The whole world loves her.

⑤ This is entirely fictional, with many original worldbuilding elements. The author knows that princesses are usually the emperor's sisters, but historically there are many examples of emperors granting the title of princess to their eldest or most beloved daughters, such as Grand Princess Guantao. Li is very beloved, so she was given the title of princess at birth.

┄┅┄┅ Coming soon in the author's collection: After Tempting the Ascetic Daoist ┄┅┄┅┄

A sweet, ditzy beauty x a fake ascetic who is actually a libertine

Princess Zhao Rongrong of Jianning was backed into a corner when the Khitan demanded her hand in marriage. After tearing through piles of romance stories, she finally came up with a brilliant plan.

Find someone she could never marry, then stage a wedding that could never possibly happen.

She set her sights on Xie Zhishui, the senior leader of the Qingxu Sect.

Rumor had it that Master Xie had an incomparable face, but shunned women and led a life of ascetic, detached cultivation.

Zhao Rongrong was overjoyed. “He's the one.”

She forged a marriage contract overnight and stormed the Qingxu Palace, sobbing that the Three Pure Ones had appeared in a dream and ordered her to marry Master Xie.

Xie Zhishui sat on a meditation cushion, eyes lowered, holding a whisk. His face was cold as frost.

The little princess was delighted, but put on an even more pitiful expression. She refused to leave his Daoist palace and came to parade before him every day in her finery.

When he shut the door, she climbed in through the window.

When he chanted sutras, she propped her chin in her hands and watched him.

When he retreated three steps, she closed the distance to one.

The colder he acted, the more at ease she felt. This wooden-headed man really lived up to his reputation, she thought. Her virtue was as safe as a fortress.

There were just a few strange things.

After staying in the Daoist palace for a while, she woke each day with arms so sore she could barely lift them.

A few days later, her lips were chapped.

A few more days, and several red marks appeared on her neck.

Staring into a bronze mirror, she muttered that the mosquitoes in this Daoist palace had no respect for the Dao. They even came to feast on her flesh.

The little princess thought nothing of it.

When the envoy left, she happily packed her bags. Determined to make her performance convincing to the end, she tearfully bade farewell to Xie Zhishui, saying it was a pity fate had kept them apart. In her heart, though, she was thinking, Farewell forever, you annoying block of wood.

But someone grabbed her wrist tightly.

She turned around. Xie Zhishui was looking down at her, still wearing that cool, immaculate expression. But when he lifted a finger and opened the collar of his Daoist robe, she saw that his neck was covered with overlapping kiss marks and teeth marks, a truly scandalous sight.

Xie Zhishui's voice was like shattered jade, unhurried and even. “Your Highness has had her way with me every night, and now you're leaving just like that. What am I to do with my virtue?”

The little princess was struck as if by lightning.

That had happened?

The little princess cried very loudly.

Not just today. Not just standing here. And not just while fully dressed.

*

Later, Zhao Rongrong finally realized what had been going on. Tears filled her eyes, and she choked on her sobs as she pushed at the man above her, furious. “What happened to your ascetic vows?”

Xie Zhishui caught her slipping ankle and bent to kiss her swollen lips. “Your Highness, the Qingxu Sect... never forbade marital intimacy.”

?

Boo-hoo-hoo.

She'd been tricked! So terribly tricked!

· A work born from the author's deepest tastes. As always, both leads are each other's first and only and pure-hearted. More of the good stuff at no extra cost. Blurb saved on 2026/7/2.

---- Coming soon in the author's collection: After Tempting My Cool-Headed Imperial Brother. Please add it to your reading list! ----

* A two-faced, unhinged crown prince x a timid, stuttering princess desperate to survive

* Ji Yue

Ji Ning's life was truly difficult.

Her mother died young, she never earned her father's affection, and she suffered constant disdain as a hostage in a foreign country. She grew up a pitiful little stutterer who spoke softly, her voice always trembling.

When she came of age, her homeland brought her back only to send her off to marry a tyrant who took pleasure in killing.

Ji Ning did not want to die.

She had no choice but to grab hold of a lifeline.

She chose her elder brother, the crown prince Ji Yue, praised throughout the court for his upright elegance and noble bearing.

*

Crown Prince Ji Yue was disciplined and proper, dazzlingly gifted, and as bright as the moon above the clouds. Everyone in the Six Kingdoms praised him as a future sage ruler.

At the palace banquet held to welcome Ji Ning home, she saw him from afar, seated high above the others, his bearing unmatched.

She thought that if she could win even a little of his protection, perhaps she could find a way to survive.

*

But the crown prince was gentle and proper. He accepted the pastries and scented sachets Ji Ning sent him with a kind smile, but never followed up.

Her wedding date drew near. Since her imperial brother had no intention of helping her, she would have to find another way. She began asking about the tyrant's temperament and learning how to please a ruler, hoping it might win her a chance to live.

One night, she returned to the palace exhausted, only to see someone sitting by her bed, sniffing her underclothes.

When she returned, the usually refined and elegant crown prince lifted his eyes. The warmth in his gaze had vanished, leaving only a deep, shadowy darkness.

“ Ningning has always been clever,” he said softly, but with an unmistakable obsession. His cool fingertips touched her cheek, pressed into the bead of her lower lip, and kindled a fire that spread without end. “Could you let your imperial brother see what Ningning has learned?”

*

When they first met as children, Ji Yue held her hand and patiently listened to her stammering whispers: “E-elder brother.”

Over the years that followed, Ji Yue laced his fingers with hers beneath the red curtains of their spring bed, waiting for her to cry out again and again in helpless yearning: “Elder brother...”

*

She only wanted his protection, but his desire had long since become insatiable.

① Both leads are each other's first and only. This is a fake-sibling romance, but at heart it is extremely sweet. All you sweet-toothed readers are welcome to feast!

② This man is truly the definition of a contrast: intensely two-faced, a repressed, scheming, unhinged man.

③ An elder brother is an elder brother. An elder brother must never become a husband... I forgot the rest... Anyway, an elder brother is a husband!

④ Please add it to your reading list! I'm begging, on my knees, rolling around, crying, and blowing kisses!

┄┅┄┅ Coming soon: Raising a Little Jade Rabbit ┄┅┄┅

[Sweet, doting romance / faux forced marriage]

[An innocent, soft little white rabbit ⭐ The True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao]

Xiaotian brought back a baby rabbit in his mouth from the Moon Palace.

There were three thousand jade rabbits in the Moon Palace, and this little one was just one of them. It was born with a chronic illness, had no immortal nature, and had already been injured by Xiaotian's protective aura. If it were returned, it would surely die.

Xiaotian had caused the trouble, so after careful consideration, the True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao decided to keep it, extending the little rabbit's life until it recovered, then return it to the Moon Palace.

*

The little jade rabbit was born with a yin deficiency, a withered spiritual platform, and an illness that no medicine could cure. Every treatment failed.

The True Lord tried every method he knew. In the end, he could only nourish her deficiency by channeling yang energy through his divine consciousness.

The rabbit was too small, its meridians too fine to withstand even the slightest jolt.

He could only send his divine consciousness in very slowly and gently. But whenever she was unconscious, she would instinctively cling to it, wrapping her delicate meridians around his divine consciousness as if a drowning person were grasping a piece of driftwood.

It was almost like a union of souls.

*

A month later, Chang'e sent someone to claim her missing rabbit.

But the Second Master of Guanjiangkou, who answered to orders but not summons, did not show himself. After waiting and waiting, the immortal maiden received only one reply: “I'm not returning it.”

As the message rang through the air, the little rabbit, who had received immense benefits and ascended to immortality, had just taken human form. He had taught her everything she knew, and was nourishing her still.

He had promised to treat her injuries every day. How could he stop now?

A Yang Jian spin-off. The style is just like the author's previous works: a super-sweet romance full of fluffy, doting affection. You don't need to have read any original works to enjoy it. Please support it by adding it to your reading list!

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Theme: Perseverance.