The Crown Princess Keeps Trying to Escape

(Mutual firsts, love grows over time, sweet post-marriage romance, a powerful man humbles himself for love)

[Down-on-her-luck noblewoman vs. doting crown prince]

Shen Jin was born into a distinguished family. Naturally beautiful and exceptionally graceful, she was the belle all the young gentlemen of the capital pursued.

But fate had other plans. When her father died, Shen Jin and her mother were left dependent on others. To save her mother, Shen Jin had no choice but to marry into the Eastern Palace.

On their wedding night, the crown prince left her alone in the bridal chamber. The red candles burned down through the night, but Shen Jin was not all that upset. If anything, she secretly felt relieved.

At the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet, Shen Jin was threatened by her uncle once again. With no one to confide in, she tried to drown her sorrows in wine.

In her drunken haze, she boldly grabbed the crown prince's robe. Her cheeks flushed as she looked up and poured out her feelings.

"Hmph, I... I don't want to be crown princess! You all... bully me."

Lu Muxuan turned around and looked down at the girl, already too drunk to know what she was doing. His dark eyes revealed nothing.

Late that night, a shadow silently appeared beside Shen Jin's bed.

Overcome by a restless heat, Shen Jin tugged at her clothes. They slipped to her waist, baring one fragrant shoulder. When Lu Muxuan inadvertently saw the birthmark on it, he froze. A flicker of shock and joy passed through his dark eyes, along with a trace of cautiousness he could hardly conceal.

He had never imagined the world could hold such a coincidence.

"So it was you."

His voice was full of complicated emotion. Only now did Lu Muxuan realize that the person he had been searching for had been right beside him all along.

Once everything was settled, Shen Jin planned to take her mother far away and leave all the turmoil behind, hoping to find a quiet place where they could live in peace.

The night before they were to leave, she was packing when a powerful hand suddenly clamped around her wrist. He pinned her firmly against the bed. The man's scorching breath fell on her neck like fire, his hold domineering and impossible to resist.

Through clenched teeth, his voice filled with anger and unwillingness. "If you leave, what am I supposed to do?"

Theme: Love life