The Young Lady and the Mad Dog

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Jiang Yuke was terrified of Cui Si.

First, she had been frail from birth and raised as a pampered darling by her elders, so she was a coward.

Second, on the day of the imperial examinations, this man stood gloomily in Baishui Alley, dressed head to toe in a black embroidered guard uniform, with a river of blood behind him.

Jiang Yuke happened to pass by and was so frightened that she came down with a high fever as soon as she got home. She could only hope never to encounter this murderous fiend again in her life.

Who could have guessed that at the Rong'en Banquet, the drunken emperor would use a stalk of grass to tell fortunes, then insist that the two of them were a match made in heaven and decree their marriage on the spot?

Jiang Yuke: ...

Her maid was pale as a sheet. "I hear this lord is cruel and brutal, moody and unpredictable, ill-tempered, born of a concubine, and utterly lacking in manners... He could kill three young ladies with one punch."

The young lady herself: ... She rolled her eyes back and fainted.

When the young lady was little, she had a gentle, understanding older sister she could confide in. Whenever something troubled her, she would write her a letter.

The night before, she wrote: Young Master Wei Zhuo is as gentle as jade, and would make a good husband.

Tonight, she wrote: Lord Cui Si is so frightening. I'm scared.

Cui Si, the "understanding older sister" who received her letters: ...

He pressed his lips together and replied, word by word: Don't be afraid.

Then he added: I won't bully you.

On their wedding night,

the young lady nervously took over the mad dog's room and bed, then laid down three rules, including that he accompany her on her return visit to her parents' home and reassure them.

Beneath the wedding candles, the man's face was dark, but his voice seemed to carry a hint of gentleness.

He said: All right.

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My next book is The Consort Failed to Assassinate the Emperor Again Today. Please add it to your favorites, dears!

The consort vs. the tyrant

Shi Yao went through thick and thin to infiltrate the palace so she could personally stab the corrupt emperor of Nanliang to death. She had only just become a favored consort when Nanliang fell, before she could make her move.

Shi Yao: ?

Fortunately, the Emperor of Beixia merely raised his eyes to look at her, then waved his hand and took her along.

She infiltrated the new palace and became the new emperor's favored consort. Everything was fine, except that her target was in prison and a tyrant stood before her.

...Not fine.

The tyrant had a fearsome reputation and a strange temper.

He would suddenly press his lips against hers, grip her chin and pull her close to look at her, then... make her drink water.

Or he would pin her down in the imperial garden in broad daylight, tip up her chin... toward the sun.

Or, in the middle of the night, when he couldn't sleep, he would drag her out beneath the moon... to stay up all night.

Shi Yao: ?

She had thought she'd be tortured, made to have sex in broad daylight, and kept up all night...

She needed to hurry and stab the corrupt emperor in prison to death, then make her escape.

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Xiao Yan thought the world was utterly boring.

After destroying the last enemy kingdom and unifying the realm, then chopping down a few treacherous ministers... what was there left to do?

Xiao Yan casually wiped the blood from his fingertips. When he looked up, he saw a fresh, lovely flower in a world that had always looked to him like a wasteland of rot and fallen leaves.

Xiao Yan smiled, his expression unreadable.

Take her with me!

Raising a flower was a hassle, but fun.

It needed rain and dew, sunlight, and it couldn't be allowed to forget the moon's radiance.

Xiao Yan was pleased as he tended the flower he had raised, and with every passing day, the world seemed more dazzling.

Until he found the little notebook belonging to his lovely flower.

There, in a list numbered one through five, she had written that she planned to sneak into the dungeon and visit her former husband, now a prisoner.

Theme: Life is not always smooth sailing, but a new path can open up when all seems lost