Mistaken Spring Breeze

One-on-one, devoted couple, lighthearted romance about a young man and woman. Updates daily at 9 p.m. Reader comments are open.

Silk sleeves and fragrant hair fill the banquet hall, while wine cups float along the winding stream.

Someone maliciously needles Xiao Shanjun: "Miss Xiao, your fiance just died. How can you still have the heart to attend a banquet?"

Shanjun curls her lip, ready to fire back, when someone says, "But I'm alive and well, aren't I?"

The crowd erupts. She stares in shock at the handsome young man, who casually toys with his wine cup and looks at her with a faint, knowing smile.

It's Rong Zhen. Who goes to a banquet with a saber at his waist?

They haven't seen each other for two years. He smiles, but there's not a trace of mirth in his eyes.

Xiao Shanjun slowly looks away.

Two years ago, when she was fifteen, she was living in seclusion with her grandparents at Guoqing Temple, at the foot of a mountain outside the capital. There, quite by chance, she met another distinguished guest who was recuperating in seclusion:

Rong Zhen, the emperor's nephew.

She heard that his mind is now impaired and that he has completely forgotten his past.

Shanjun politely nods. Rong Zhen stares at her for a moment, then asks outright, "Are you my fiancee?"

In a moment of inexplicable impulse, she says yes.

For the next three months, the mountain is quiet and secluded. She often sneaks away from her grandparents to keep him company and talk with him.

Until he tries to kiss her. Shanjun shoves him away and runs.

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Rong Zhen was made a marquis at a young age, bold and unrestrained. Surely no one had ever been born who would dare deceive him.

And yet someone dared to toy with his feelings, then ran off without looking back.

When they meet again, Miss Xiao apologizes in private. "I'm sorry. I was wrong back then."

Rong Zhen folds his arms and watches her. He is determined to marry Miss Xiao,

so she'll willingly lower her head and admit she's wrong.

Later, he discovers

He's the one who has to lower his head. Every single time.

A heads-up (?): The overall tone is light and cheerful. The leads are now 18 and 17; they first met two years ago, when they were 16 and 15. The hero is a year older. This is a sweet romance between a young couple: an eldest daughter who never lacks for nerve, even when she has no reason to be right, and a haughty guy who is a master of winning himself over. Their early interactions are playful, with both giving as good as they get. The leads are young and imperfect, with little in the way of political intrigue. Just a sweet little treat.

Theme: It's better to make peace with an enemy than keep a feud alive.