My Heart Shines Clear [GB]

[Take a look at my upcoming story, My Wife Lost Her Memory and Rekindled Our Love (GB): Strong Female Lead, Weak Male Lead, Romance-Focused. A Fake Rekindled Romance, but Truly a Love Born of Bitter Hatred. Blurb below.] [Blurb: Powerful, influential princess regent X young male consort who deliberately lets himself be forced] In the third year of her regency, someone sent Yan Zhao a breathtakingly beautiful male consort. The young man was called Xiao Yu'er, and he was as beautiful as his name, with skin like ice and bones like jade. But no matter how he tried to seduce her, Yan Zhao couldn't summon the slightest interest. The princess was busy. Beauty would only slow down her work on memorials. He pretended to be reserved, acting coy and inviting pursuit. Yan Zhao scoffed. He gazed up at her through tearful eyes, begging pitifully. Yan Zhao remained expressionless. Late at night in the study, Xiao Yu'er knelt before her with his robes half-open, but Yan Zhao only gave him one extra-billionth of a glance. Then she said, “Get dressed and get out.” Only later did she learn that Xiao Yu'er had never wanted to serve her. Before he was sent to her, he had refused with all his might and was beaten so badly he nearly died. She felt something stir inside her. Before her, the young man was flushed with shame, his face crimson, his lips bitten tight and his lashes trembling. Tears clung to the corners of his eyes, not quite falling. Watching him, Yan Zhao thought Forcing someone to be yours? Well, as it happens, that sounds very interesting to me. He was already in her residence, after all. Whether he wanted to or not was beside the point. Besides, her childhood sweetheart had been dead for six years. Wasn't it about time she took a consort? - His family was stripped of everything and imprisoned. Not a single person was spared. Overnight, he went from the son of the chief physician to a convicted slave and a quack. From prison to the entertainment quarter, he was then bought by a men's brothel and made to change his name. Yu Bai once thought this was to be the rest of his life: scraping by like a speck of mud, saddled with a ridiculous name like Xiao Yu'er. He never imagined he would see Yan Zhao again. The princess he had been separated from for six years. The princess who had forgotten him. It didn't matter that Yan Zhao didn't remember him. From now on, he would be her A-Yu. She didn't like men who were forward? No matter. He had learned plenty of shameless things. He could seduce her with a cold face. It didn't matter if she made him feel ashamed or caused him pain. Not only did he not mind, he enjoyed it. Until one late night, Yan Zhao took him to see a grave. Pointing at the blank tombstone, she said, “A-Yu, this is Yu Bai, Young Master Yu. My childhood sweetheart, and your senior. Come on, kneel.” Yu Bai: “…” Yan Zhao: “Kneel.” Yu Bai: “…” Wait, Your Highness, won't that shorten my life? Reading notes: 1. Male lead is a virgin. GB, one-on-one, and the male lead is pure in every way. Pure in every way. Pure in every way. 2. Happy ending, but the journey is angsty and includes scenes of the male lead suffering. 3. Set in a fictional world, with some historical elements inspired by the Tang dynasty. This is not a serious political intrigue novel. [Emphasis: At heart, this is a romance between two people, not a political intrigue novel. There is a reason the female lead doesn't recognize the male lead.] 4. The blurb was screenshotted on January 31. 5. Daily updates after the story goes paid. Upcoming historical GB romance of a similar type: My Wife Lost Her Memory and Rekindled Our Love (GB) [Strong, cold, and ruthless general X humble, devoted husband] [Childhood sweethearts turned enemies | Fake rekindled romance | Truly a love born of bitter hatred] In the seventeenth year of Changding, Ying Pingning returned victorious from her western campaign and received an imperial decree to marry Zhi Jin, the only son of the Grand Secretary. The announcement left the entire court in stunned silence. The Ying and Zhi families had a deep-seated feud. Who would dare celebrate the marriage of such bitter enemies? As expected, their marriage was as cold as ice. On their wedding night, Zhi Jin spent the evening alone. On his birthday and during the holidays, he ate cold food by himself. Even when Ying Pingning was promoted, he kindly sent her a congratulatory gift, only for her to toss it aside and trample it into the mud. She even coldly added, “If you really want to congratulate me, then never let me see you again.” Yet Zhi Jin couldn't bring himself to feel wronged. He had been the one to wrong A-Ning first. Whatever she did to him, he deserved it. Whether she was distant or humiliated him, he accepted it willingly. Until an accident sent Ying Pingning tumbling from her horse, leaving her with a head injury. When she woke, she was utterly unlike herself. She gazed at Zhi Jin, her eyes crinkling with a smile. Then she took his sleeve and called to him warmly: “Darling.” Zhi Jin froze. Darling, darling. The last time Ying Pingning had called him that was seven years ago. She had lost her memory. Her recollections had returned to the year they were childhood sweethearts, madly in love. - Ying Pingning fell from her horse and injured her head. Her injuries were minor, but after remaining unconscious for too long, she lost part of her memory and forgot many things. But at least her darling was by her side. She and Zhi Jin had known each other since childhood and shared a deep bond. Now they had married by imperial decree, and their wish had finally come true. They were a match made in heaven. Surely everyone else must envy them. But gradually, Ying Pingning began to sense that something was wrong. It was only natural that she doted on Zhi Jin, so why did her attendants hesitate to speak? It was only normal to bring her husband to a banquet, so why did everyone whisper behind their hands? They had been married for only a year and should have been newly in love, so why were they living in separate rooms? Even Zhi Jin seemed like a different person, often lost in thought and melancholy. Even in sleep, he was restless and uneasy. Whenever he woke, his tears had soaked her clothes. Ying Pingning didn't know he was constantly on edge, afraid that this dream would shatter one day, she would regain her memories, and she would look at him coldly once more. She only thought someone had bullied him and made him unhappy. She clenched her teeth in secret and resolved to find the person who had upset her husband, no matter the cost Then tear them limb from limb. #Ying Pingning after learning the truth: ...Haha, maybe I'll just punish myself with three drinks. Theme: Love brings the flesh back to life.