The Princess and Her Secret Guard

A stubborn little princess * an incorrigibly devoted guard

Advance novels in my collection: "Claiming Her Love" and "A Record of Marriages in the Marquis's Household". If you like them, remember to add them to your collection, and don't get lost!

Fenglai was the most cherished princess in Great Liang. Just as she was about to marry, her kingdom fell.

Her brothers and sisters were brutally killed, her fiance defected to the enemy, and Fenglai was led away in tears by a hidden guard.

The guard had no idea how to pamper her. All he knew was how to polish his battered sword. He couldn't prepare flower baths, tasty meals, or pretty clothes for her. At bedtime, she either had to lie on the ground or sleep on top of him.

Fenglai felt like the sky had fallen. She'd be better off dead.

She cried and cried, but the guard took her back to Yujing with his battered sword and even won her a first-rank noblewoman's title.

She could have flower baths, tasty meals, pretty clothes, and a soft couch again.

Fenglai still wasn't satisfied. She thought that if she tried harder at certain moments, maybe she could make him happy and reclaim the throne in one fell swoop.

The guard's face flushed as he panted, but he still pulled her off his waist.

"With brains like ours, let's forget about staging a coup."

On the first day, deep in the mountains, the princess said she wanted a flower bath.

On the third day, still deep in the mountains, the princess said she wanted a lamb shank.

On the fifth day, still deep in the mountains, the princess said she wanted to wear that pretty outfit with a ridiculously long name.

On the seventh day, he couldn't take it anymore. "Either lie on me or sleep on the ground."

The little princess cried and cried, then finally fell asleep, exhausted, on top of him.

On the nth day, Yu Jiu finally managed to prepare all those things. Seeing the little princess's rosy, beaming face, glowing with contentment, he decided it had all been worth it.

On the nth plus nth day, Yu Jiu finally won the little princess a lifetime supply of flower baths, tasty meals, pretty clothes, and a couch soft as clouds.

But the little princess still wasn't satisfied, and kept pestering him.

The duke was baffled. The duke was at a loss. The duke decided to shut her up with a kiss.

P.S. Neither the male nor the female lead is perfect. They both have their flaws.

Advance novel: "Claiming Her Love"

Qiao Huan transmigrated to an unfamiliar dynasty.

At first, she thought she was the heroine, and she did meet a handsome, refined, tender, and affectionate man. They met, grew close, and fell in love. She willingly followed him home, convinced that he would be her support.

Sadly, reality is always cruel. He had a fiancee, came from a wealthy family, and held an exalted position. A woman of unknown origins like her could never match him.

"Either break off your engagement or let me go." Later, Qiao Huan clutched a dagger and declared firmly, "I don't share my toothbrush or my man."

Zhao Yu frowned. "A Huan, don't make a scene."

On a journey, Zhao Yu rescued a strange woman in the mountains. She was clever, perceptive, and well-informed, with knowledge of all manner of ingenious contraptions and countless schemes. He naturally grew close to her and fell in love, then brought her home.

But she was different from most women. She was too bold and wanted too much.

He gripped Qiao Huan's chin. "I'll give you anything you want, except the position of lady of the house."

Unfortunately, the woman wouldn't be swayed.

On the eve of his wedding, afraid she might really run away, Zhao Yu spoke softly to her that night. "Tomorrow night, I'll come to your room. A Huan, no one will ever come before you. Don't make this difficult for me again."

But she still ran away without hesitation.

Zhao Yu had thought power was what he loved most in life. Only after losing Qiao Huan did he learn what it meant to wish he were dead.

Advance novel: "A Record of Marriages in the Marquis's Household"

In Yujing, at the foot of the imperial capital, you could hit a brick and strike five, six, seven, or eight officials. The Changping Marquis's household was a little down on its luck and hardly stood out.

But ever since the eldest legitimate son brought home a widow and said he wanted to marry her, Wen Yuhua felt the Changping Marquis's household had become famous, and that its ways were slowly going astray.

Before her eldest sister's marriage was arranged, she fell for her brother's schoolmate and insisted on marrying him. The marquise had no choice but to prepare a dowry and marry off her own daughter in tears.

Her second sister hadn't even begun discussing marriage before she started a secret affair. The marquise was furious for days, then married her off too.

Her third sister was even more impressive. She found herself a handsome husband, kept him in a private residence, and waited until the marquise rushed over. There was a huge bed, and the couple fainted on the spot.

When it came to Wen Yuhua, she wasn't worried at all. She slept until late morning every day and took life at a leisurely pace, no different from the salted fish hanging from the kitchen rafters. Even her stepmother grew anxious.

"Little Seventh is lazy and greedy. Why not find her a rich family?" her concubine mother hurriedly whispered into the marquise's ear.

The marquise really took the suggestion to heart.

After her engagement, her siblings teased her. Her future husband's family might be low-ranking, but they had money and land. Her future brother-in-law was both scholarly and skilled in martial arts, with lofty ambitions. Their lazy Seventh Sister would have a hard time once she married into that family.

Wen Yuhua pretended to blush, lowering her head as she fiddled with her handkerchief. In her heart, she had her own plans.

He was handsome and rich, and she didn't dislike him. She was the one who'd have to live her life, so she didn't mind marrying him, come what may.

Theme: Blooming flowers always attract butterflies.