The Art of Seduction

Also known as The Newlywed's Guide to Winning Him Over

[Flirtatious Beauty X Aloof Ice Prince | Married First, Fell in Love Later | Love-Triangle Showdown]

Jiang Yunhe had never been a good person.

She was the sharpest blade in Chen Youyi's hand, and she had only one mission.

"Xinxin, make Ao Jing'an go mad for you."

The whole capital laughed at Jiang Yunhe for humiliating herself.

On her wedding night, her husband abandoned her in the bridal hall. But in the dead of night, she saw the prince ride back to camp, his lapel stained with rouge as red as blood.

The next day, she brought him pear cakes to curry favor. Ao Jing'an sneered and knocked the jade dish to the ground in front of everyone.

But no one knew...

As the wedding candles sputtered on their first night, Jiang Yunhe's fingers were hooked in the jade belt at Ao Jing'an's waist.

She deliberately bit through the cinnabar-red color on her lips, leaving a wet red mark on the man's Adam's apple.

A restrained gasp came from above her:

"Princess, do you know what you're doing?"

When Ao Jing'an stood up, his crimson wedding robe was already rumpled. The lamplight cast his silhouette across the mandarin-duck bed curtains, and he looked every bit like a man fleeing in disarray.

Yet he forced his voice to remain cool and detached:

"You truly have no shame."

Jiang Yunhe leaned against the gold-flecked pillow and laughed softly, watching the tips of his ears turn scarlet.

*

Seven years ago, on the night the city fell, how could the little girl clutching the young soldier's robe have known that their reunion would be beneath a canopy warmed by red candles?

Now, she had become a poisonous flower carefully raised by his sworn enemy,

while he had become a jade-faced demon, renowned for his military exploits.

*

Ao Jing'an thought he was the one moving the pieces.

He watched coldly as her beauty trap unfolded layer by layer, as her hair wound around his armor, as she used seven years of secret devotion to weave a net around him.

Only when she was poisoned and climbed onto his shoulder with alluring eyes did he understand what it meant to drink poison to quench one's thirst.

As the red candles flickered, he gripped her waist and demanded hoarsely, "All these years, was there ever any real affection in the way you looked at me?"

Reader's Guide:

1. Two master flirts trading moves. The male lead seems cold as ice but has long since fallen for her. Jealousy and madness, a man who kills without mercy on the battlefield but does his wife's makeup at home.

2. The female lead seems flirtatious but is secretly protecting him. Every bit of her "scheming" is really a reverse seduction. Sweetness and angst intertwined.

3. A groveling chase, hidden identities, and a dramatic reveal.

Coming Soon: The Princess Returns to a Love-Triangle Showdown, synopsis below

---Also known as After She Died, Everyone Went Mad

[Love-Triangle Showdown | Dark Reverse-Harem Appeal | Female Lead Is Not Chaste, Male Characters Are | Readers Who Want a Chaste Heroine, Stay Away | Romance-Focused]

"On the first night of her rebirth, she divorced her husband."

Only when Princess Ningrong died in the fire did she understand how ridiculous her life had been.

She had devoted herself to cooking for her husband, Li Changhuan, smoothed things over for him with the powerful, and even put up with his illegitimate son calling her "Mother."

But in the end, he coldly watched her die in the flames, holding her half-sister as he laughed:

"A princess? She's just a fool."

When she opened her eyes again, she was back on her wedding night.

The red candles burned bright as Li Changhuan gently removed her phoenix crown.

She suddenly smiled and reached out to touch his face---

"I've changed my mind."

The next day, the prince's residence received a divorce letter, the characters written in cinnabar with brazen confidence:

"You served me well last night. Here's your reward. No need to thank me."

*

"Later, the whole capital was abuzz with rumors."

Some said Princess Ningrong kept a zither player in her residence, a man dressed in white who played "Phoenix Seeks Its Mate" for her every night.

Some said the Grand Preceptor, whose power overshadowed the court, was willing to kneel on the steps of the princess's residence just for a glance from her.

And some said her discarded husband went mad and smashed through the princess's doors, only to find her reclining lazily in someone else's arms, laughing softly:

"Lord Li, you're not fit for my bed."

*

"Later, even the emperor couldn't sit still."

In the dead of night, the emperor grabbed his sister by the wrist, dark currents surging in his eyes:

"Yuanyuan, how long are you going to keep this up?"

She pulled her hand free and smiled without a care in the world:

"Elder Brother, I'm only... returning things to their rightful owners."

Outside the palace, the snowstorm grew more violent. A bloodied figure staggered to his knees.

Li Changhuan finally understood---

The Ningrong who had once lowered herself into the dirt for him had burned to ashes in that same fire.

Reader's Guide:

1. One-to-one romance with an official pairing. The female lead is not chaste; the male lead and other male characters are. Readers who want a chaste heroine, stay away.

2. The heroine is not a traditional delicate damsel. Everyone is a complete madman.

3. Synopsis revised on April 24, 2025.

Coming Soon: Marrying My Moonlight's Uncle, synopsis below:

[Married First, Fell in Love Later | Secret Crush | Pursuing His Wife After Marriage | Love-Triangle Showdown | Lazy, Rebellious, Big-Tailed-Wolf General X Sweet, Delicate Little-Rabbit Wife]

Everyone in Chang'an knows that Prince Rong, Bai Jinyun, is the very picture of a gentleman and the dream man of every noble young lady.

Song Zhiyi had been secretly in love with him for eight years, and finally won first place at the selection banquet with a breathtaking dance.

But on the eve of her wedding, she realized that the bridal sedan was headed not for Prince Rong's residence, but for the general's residence next door.

"Afraid of me?" The tip of a sword lifted her wedding veil, revealing Bai Heming's face, colder than a blade. "Don't worry. I'm not interested in you."

Rumor had it that this fearsome general had scared off three fiancées and despised delicate noblewomen most of all.

And Song Zhiyi just happened to be Chang'an's most delicate white peony.

Later, at a palace banquet...

Prince Rong offered her green-plum wine. "Zhiyi, have you been well?"

Before she could answer, armor clashed behind her.

Bai Heming crushed his glass and pinned her against the vermilion palace wall. "Madam wasn't wearing such a worried look when she was in my bed last night."

---A Little Scene---

One day, Song Zhiyi was tidying the study when she shook loose a stack of yellowed letters.

They were all love poems she'd written to Prince Rong and never sent. On the back of each was a little note in red ink:

"Typo," "The rhyme doesn't scan," "...But cute."

Underneath them lay a fresh letter: "My dear wife Zhiyi, seeing these words is like seeing you. For eight years, whenever you looked at him, I was looking at you."

Theme: You have to fight for love