After Losing My Memory, My Mortal Enemy Forced Me into a Marriage

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Blurb

[Amnesiac sweetheart who was deceived x possessive, gloomy prince]

Chasing his wife to the crematorium, forced marriage, and running away while pregnant~

Ruan Yang had snowy skin, dark hair, and a lovely appearance. Unfortunately, she was born a commoner and had a naive disposition. It was only after she became the mistress of a wealthy household that her life began to improve.

Ning Xian cherished her, protected her, and loved her.

They were intimate and gave each other their hearts. Their three years in a little bamboo cottage were so sweet. After a night of passion, she lay in the man's warm arms, thinking that if life could go on like this, she would have no regrets.

But life is full of misfortune. Her husband had been gone for months, and everyone said he had probably met with disaster.

She wiped away her tears, planning to give birth to the child she carried and then spend the rest of her life in a convent, when she heard the old servant beside her say:

"The young master says the lowborn Ruan woman isn't fit to be the child's mother. If she's really pregnant, once she gives birth, the child will be sent to someone else to raise."

"How pitiful. She probably still doesn't know the young master isn't dead at all. She's taken someone else's place, and tomorrow his new wife is coming. The young master was clearly avoiding her all these months!"

Ruan Yang refused to believe it, until the next day, when she saw a young woman step down from her husband's carriage. Only then did she realize that all the vows they'd once made had been empty promises.

In Ning Xian's eyes, she was lowly and base, someone he could toss aside once he'd had his fill of her.

She swallowed the tears welling in her eyes and that very night procured a dose of miscarriage medicine. Then she left alone in a carriage.

When she opened her eyes again, Ruan Yang was back in her real home.

After recovering her memories, she learned that she was no hunter's daughter. She was the daughter of the powerful regional military commissioner, whose household commanded hundreds of thousands of troops. Her aunt was the empress.

To her, love was no more than a passing cloud, an embellishment to a good life. The man who had once wronged her no longer mattered.

Several years passed. Ruan Yang married her childhood sweetheart as she had always wished, and lived happily with her husband, Lu. Just as she thought she'd spend the rest of her life this way, she caught sight of a pair of cold, terrifying eyes in the corner.

Ning Xian had always been cold-hearted, never sincere with anyone, least of all the daughter of his mother's killer.

Yet all it took was a little teasing for the young woman to blush. But to Ning Xian, Ruan Yang was no more than an insignificant passerby in the mortal world. He had never imagined a future with her.

Somewhere along the way, however, he began to miss the clothes she sewed and the pastries she made. He thought, since this woman was so devoted to him, what harm could there be in showing her a little more kindness?

But it was too late. The night before he returned home, he learned that Ruan Yang had been framed and that her carriage, with her inside, had plunged into a ravine.

The capital ran with blood overnight. Ning Xian ordered the entire realm searched, determined to find her body.

But what goes around comes around. He searched for his wife in vain.

Until one day, when he went to the cemetery to pay his respects to his late wife, Yang Yang, he spotted a young woman across the way, smiling as she wiped sweat from another man's brow and carefully protecting her slightly rounded belly.

Ning Xian froze for a long moment, trembling all over, consumed by jealousy.

On the wedding night, as the bridal candles burned down, he stormed in with his troops and abducted Ruan Yang, making the groom in his wedding robes watch as he spent a wild night with her.

Ruan Yang still didn't know that their tangled fate was only just beginning. This madman would become a cage she could never escape for the rest of her life.

Reading Guide:

1. The male lead is a virgin, physically and emotionally. There are misunderstandings in the blurb.

2. The heroine has a beloved first love, and she will have a child with the second male lead.

3. Before regaining her memories, the heroine depends on the male lead. Later, all she wants is to run away, and she won't soften. No Stockholm syndrome!

4. He spends the early part chasing her, but later, when he can't win her back, he resorts to forced marriage and abduction.

Next book: A father-son love triangle, with the father stealing his son's concubine

[Cool, seductive beauty x scheming old fox vs. proud young general] [Forced marriage and abduction / chasing her to the crematorium]

After her kingdom fell, Yan Xirui went from a princess of Great Chu to a prisoner. With danger closing in and wolves circling, she had no choice but to clutch the robe of the young general before her to protect herself.

"My lord, please take pity on me…"

Lin Ningxi, heir to the Prince of Yin, had followed his father to war from a young age. He had achieved great military honors before turning seventeen. Handsome and spirited, he rode through the capital in fine clothes and fine steeds, the dream lover of every young woman.

Unfortunately, he was unruly and hard to deal with, and skilled at seeing through people. He saw through the young woman's schemes, lifted her chin with a dagger, and said with an amused smile, "Bathe and change. I'll be waiting in my tent."

Yan Xirui clumsily imitated the scenes in the storybooks. She meant to steal his token when he wasn't looking and escape, but had no idea he'd already set a trap.

Between the sheets, her once beautiful face was left covered in soot by an explosion. Her attempt at seduction failed, and the young man tied her to a tree, bound hand and foot.

Seeing his wicked smile, Yan Xirui decided to make another attempt, hoping to kill him and ease her hatred.

The next day, she returned to his tent. Late at night, all the candles went out, leaving her unable to see a thing. She heard only the splashing of someone bathing and the rustle of a man putting on his clothes.

Before she could see who it was, Yan Xirui hugged the man's muscular waist from behind, pressing her cold cheek firmly against his back.

After a few gentle words and coquettish caresses, she pulled the dagger from her sleeve, intending to press it to the man's hard stomach.

"Look carefully at who I am."

Thunder rolled in the winter sky. A flash of lightning lit the tent, and when she met those sharp, hawk-like eyes, her knees went weak and cold sweat poured down her face.

Prince of Yin Lin Chenyuan was a powerful minister of Great Zhou, feared by all. Ruthless and skilled at political maneuvering, he had grown increasingly ambitious in his thirties, sidelining the emperor and ruling as regent.

His moods were unpredictable, and though the concubines in his household had titles, none dared approach him. As a result, by the age of thirty, Lin Ningxi was his only son.

But power was intoxicating, and the father and son could not escape suspicion. They were cordial on the surface, but at odds beneath it.

Seeing the young woman desperately trying to survive, he decided to send her to Lin Ningxi's bed as his informant.

The girl was clever and beautiful, but still young and naive. So he personally taught her to ride and shoot, to defend herself with martial arts, how to sway people's hearts, how to kiss and caress, and how to...

As time went by, he saw that the girl was developing other feelings, but repeatedly warned her that she was only his pawn, his blade, his plaything, and that falling for him would not end well.

The girl pouted, blinked her watery eyes, then quickly returned to her usual obedient demeanor. "Rui'er will remember your teachings, godfather."

In the first year of Chengping, the Lin clan overthrew the imperial court, and Prince of Yin Lin Chenyuan ascended the throne. But on that very day, word arrived that his son's concubine had died suddenly.

He hurried there in the middle of the night, but all that remained was a cold corpse.

Night after night, he was tormented by longing. Even a foolish method such as summoning her spirit at the cost of his own life couldn't bring back the charming young woman.

Until the day he went incognito and saw Yan Xirui, dressed as a village woman, rubbing her swollen belly while a young man beside her crouched to massage her legs.

A shadow passed over his eyes. "A Rui, don't you recognize your godfather? Come here. I'll only say this once."

The young man shielded his pregnant wife, gritting his teeth. "Father, I've given up the throne. But when it comes to A Xi and the child, I will never back down."

The man looked at the innocent young couple and sneered disdainfully. "Is that so? Then let's see."

Reading Guide:

1. Neither lead is a virgin. The father steals his son's concubine, an old flame reignites, and the male lead is a bastard in his early thirties. There's an age gap and a 1v2 relationship. Please avoid if that's not for you.

2. The heroine is clear-headed and has never loved the male lead. The blurb is all an act; she is only using the father and son to restore her kingdom.

3. A tragic love story, with an old-school feel.

Theme: Survive adversity and never stop striving