Folding the Moon into My Embrace

[Sweet, Adorable Girl and a Big-Tailed Wolf] (Updates every night at midnight) Everyone in the capital could see that Jiang Zhiyue liked Song Yanci, the third prince of Song. His legs were disabled, and he had trouble walking, so she ran around taking care of him. She ended up injuring her own leg when his wheelchair hit her. He liked tea brewed with morning dew. On chilly autumn mornings, she would get up before dawn and go to the garden herself to collect dew. Once, she caught a high fever that would not break for three days. Only then did she hear from someone else that while she had been gravely ill, he had gone to a suburban temple with another woman to ask a master calligrapher for an original work. Later, the barbarians invaded. To foster good relations between Jiang and Song, the emperor planned to marry Jiang Zhiyue to a prince of Song. Overjoyed by the news, Jiang Zhiyue hurried to offer her thanks, only to hear Song Yanci say coolly to the emperor: "My fourth brother, Song Zhiling, has loved Princess Zhiyue for many years. I beseech Your Majesty to bestow her upon him as his wife." - After their marriage, Jiang Zhiyue followed the rules and kept the proper distance between herself and Song Yanci as her husband's elder brother. Even when he occasionally showed her concern, she only coldly turned him away. Later, her husband was named Crown Prince and summoned back to Song. Jiang Zhiyue accompanied him as Crown Princess. As soon as they entered Song territory, her husband was murdered by treacherous men, leaving no remains. Jiang Zhiyue wept until she fainted. When she woke, she was in Song Yanci's bedchamber. Before Jiang Zhiyue could speak, she leaned over the bed and retched. The man's usually warm eyes held a trace of coldness. He gripped her wrist so tightly it hurt. "You and him... When did you start sharing a bed?" Song Yanci's voice was hoarse, as if his throat were steeped in blood. * [Bonus Scene] After Song Zhiling was found, he remained unconscious. The imperial physician said only umbilical cord blood could save him. But Jiang Zhiyue and his child were already past the first month after birth. Late at night, Jiang Zhiyue sat beside the bed, wiping him down. The door suddenly opened a crack. A figure in imperial yellow appeared outside. The man who had ascended the throne approached the bed step by step, the darkness of the night behind him. He slowly crouched and tugged at her sash. Jiang Zhiyue bit her lip and instinctively pushed him away. "You've already signed the divorce papers. Why are you still keeping yourself for him?" Song Yanci lifted her and set her on the bedside cabinet. In the gentlest voice, he coaxed her by her ear: "Be good, A Yue. Zhiling and I have the same mother. We need to save him, don't we? If you keep refusing to cooperate, when will you get pregnant with my child?" 1. The heroine is not a virgin, but all the men are. Her first child is with the hero's younger brother. 2. While married to the second male lead, the heroine and the male lead have no romantic involvement. Coming Soon: Startled by a Branch Shen Zhiyi was born to a noble family, spoiled and headstrong. Even her mother, a commandery princess, could do nothing about her. Only her childhood friend Pei Huaijin could keep her in line. At the Lantern Festival, Shen Zhiyi carried a rabbit lantern she had made herself and shyly went to the Pei residence to confess her feelings. In a corner, however, she saw Pei Huaijin draw another woman into his arms. Fireworks filled the sky amid the noisy crowds. The rabbit lantern slipped from Shen Zhiyi's hands and was mercilessly swallowed by the flames. That same night, fire blazed through the Shen residence. The whole family was arrested: the men were sentenced to death, and the women were sent to brothels. The one leading the raid was Pei Huaijin's uncle, the Marquis of Xuanyang. - In the end, Pei Huaijin took Shen Zhiyi into the Pei residence. But after enduring countless hardships, Shen Zhiyi was no longer the bright, bold girl she had once been. She had become timid and meek, afraid of people, and bowed her head before everyone in the Pei household, just hoping to cling to life. That cautious existence was overturned completely the day she was diagnosed with an incurable illness. A snowstorm raged that day. She waited in the snow with a dim lantern, only to hear the news that the Pei family would soon welcome a new heir's wife. - Pei Huaijin, heir to the Duke of Zhenguo, was a graceful and upright young man, a rare talent among the capital's youth and highly regarded by the emperor. The only rebellious thing he had ever done was take Shen Zhiyi, his former childhood sweetheart and the daughter of a convicted official, as a concubine. He knew her status was too low for her to be his wife. So when his teacher came to him, entrusting his daughter to his care, he agreed to marry her. Looking at Shen Zhiyi's once-bright face, now faded, Pei Huaijin gently reassured her: "The heir's wife is virtuous and considerate. She certainly won't make life difficult for you, and there's no need to be afraid. Just think of it as gaining a new matriarch. Otherwise, everything will stay as it is." Shen Zhiyi still looked timid and meek. She smiled and agreed, without a trace of her former wilfulness and arrogance. Pei Huaijin drew her into his arms and secretly breathed a sigh of relief where she could not see him. But later, a fire broke out in the courtyard of the Duke of Zhenguo's concubine. The flames soared into the sky, just like the blaze that had once engulfed the Shen residence. Coming Soon: The Crown Prince's Daily Wife-Chasing As heir to the throne, Qi Yan had been taught to discipline himself and cultivate virtue from childhood. He had been held to especially strict standards in matters of the heart: he had to be restrained and prudent, never allowing himself to become enamored. Qi Yan believed he did well, treating everyone impartially and never letting his emotions rule him. Except for Yun Ning, the orphan his mother had taken in. She was always smiling as she clung to him, irritating him and leaving him flustered. He tried several times to send her out of the palace, but never succeeded. - Later, a palace coup made Yun Ning vanish from the palace for good. Qi Yan thought he should have felt relieved. Yet for some reason, whenever he saw an old keepsake, he thought of that bright-smiling young girl. Using an investigation in the south as an excuse, he searched for traces of Yun Ning along the way. At last, he found her in a small town. His gaze instinctively fell on the curve of her belly beneath her skirt. That waist, once so slender that it could be clasped in one hand, now had a subtle curve beneath her loose clothes. Qi Yan seized her wrist, his eyes brimming with suppressed fury. He forced the words out through gritted teeth: "Whose is it?" "The heir to the Duke of Zhenguo? Or that young General Xie?" With every word, his expression darkened. "Or... that cousin of mine?" Yun Ning pulled free of his hand. There was no trace of their former intimacy in her eyes. "That has nothing to do with Your Highness." At first: Get rid of the child, and I'll still let you come back to my side. Later: Become my Crown Princess, and I'll acknowledge the child in your belly as my own. Finally: Ningning, have the baby. The child can take my surname. Theme: Cherish the one before you