My Pretty, Clingy Dragonkin Disciple Won’t Leave Me Alone

[Coming next: The Arrogant, Spoiled Lady. Blurb at the very bottom. Come check it out, dear readers~] Jiang Fengyao was an ordinary person surrounded by people favored by destiny. She worked herself to the bone and barely made it to the Nascent Soul Realm. Completely exhausted, she decided to enjoy a quiet retirement and took on a little disciple with an ordinary aptitude, just like hers. Life with her disciple was peaceful and comfortable. Her little disciple was pretty and well-behaved, and a wonderful cook too. Jiang Fengyao: This is the retirement life of my dreams. Blissful! Until one day, they encountered danger in a secret realm. Her little disciple transformed, with a human head and a serpentine body. His beautiful scales shimmered, while demonic energy filled the entire realm. Something's wrong! His line was supposed to be: "Master, I'm hungry. Help me!" Not what he was doing now: gripping his enemies by the throat with blood-soaked hands and snapping off their heads like cabbages. Blood had nearly soaked the hem of Jiang Fengyao's skirt. Doubt and alarm filled her as she called his name from behind him. "Aji..." The disciple who had just been so vicious and cold hurriedly dropped the head he was holding and wiped the blood from his hands again and again. A hint of panic showed on his face, but he managed to put on his usual obedient expression. He came up to her and looked at her pitifully. "Master... please don't abandon me..." * Jiang Fengyao looked at her still-obedient, gentle disciple. What else could she do with the disciple she'd taken in? Spoil him, of course. Until one day, her little disciple suddenly disappeared. When Jiang Fengyao frantically found him in a cave in the forbidden area, his eyes were wet, his peerlessly beautiful face flushed with an unreadable emotion, and his cold serpent's tail wrapped around her waist. "Master, help me." The Arrogant, Spoiled Lady Nie Xiangyi, the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Yongyi's household, was willful, bold, and spoiled. Though she was beautiful and utterly useless at everything else, she insisted that she would marry none other than the celebrated Third Prince, Xie Zhi. Before long, the whole capital knew and laughed at Nie Xiangyi for her delusional infatuation. Everyone knew Xie Zhi was handsome, refined, and aloofly noble, like the cold moon in the heavens, far beyond anyone's reach. By an unfortunate twist of fate, Nie Xiangyi was drugged and had no choice but to turn to Xie Zhi for help. The usually ill-tempered and spoiled young lady softened her voice. Weak and helpless, she clung to his neck, eyes brimming with tears and her voice breaking as she said, "Xie Zhi, please help me..." Later, the emperor granted them a marriage, sealing their fate together. After they married, no matter how detached and distant he was, Nie Xiangyi remained passionately devoted to him. All because of the moment her heart skipped a beat when she caught a glimpse of him during the Lantern Festival as a girl. By chance, Nie Xiangyi overheard him talking about her to someone else. Xie Zhi's voice was cold and impatient. "I've loathed her for a long time." It was like having a bucket of cold water poured over her head. She had thought he was simply born aloof, only to discover that he just hated her. Nie Xiangyi was so angry that tears welled in her eyes. She sent Xie Zhi a letter of separation. * From childhood, Xie Zhi had been taught how to be a proper prince. He followed the rules and kept his emotions under control. Then Nie Xiangyi barged into his life, making herself impossible to ignore. He hated her spoiled, capricious nature. He hated her doing whatever she pleased. He hated her fickleness. He hated that one day she liked the young master of the Wang family and the next she had her eye on a young man from the Pei family. And he hated her most of all because... When she was drugged, she made him lose control of his breathing. She tore apart his false mask of indifference. When a letter of separation arrived before him, everyone breathed a sigh of relief for him, glad that he would finally be free of the spoiled girl who had clung to him. But to everyone's surprise, Xie Zhi, usually so aloof and self-possessed, blocked Nie Xiangyi's path out of the capital. His eyes were dark and unreadable, his voice as cold as ice. "Where do you think you're going?" You were the one who started this. How can I let you run away so easily? Theme: Even a lucky fate takes hard work.