The Heir's Beloved Always Wants to Escape

[Writing is hard. Pirated versions are incomplete, so please support the official release]

Forced love / The chase-back-to-win-her-over trope

Liu Ruxuan had an older brother figure named Xiao Lian. Every spring, he would come to Wu-Yue to visit her. He was a good person, and Liu Ruxuan liked him very much.

It was only later that she learned this warm, spring-breeze-like young man was her betrothed. She was so delighted she nearly jumped for joy.

He always looked at her with a smile in his eyes. If she married him, she would be very happy, Liu Ruxuan thought.

But later, this older brother figure suddenly changed. He was no longer the heir to Prince Lin'an's title, but a young general like a jade-faced Asura: sinister, ruthless, and utterly like a different person.

"Mother, Father, I want to break off the engagement. I don't want to marry him..." Back then, frightened, Liu Ruxuan burrowed into her mother's arms, crying that she wanted to call off the engagement.

Yet Xiao Lian showed no restraint at all. Those cold, indifferent phoenix eyes remained fixed on her just as they had before.

After her family was destroyed and everyone she loved was gone, Liu Ruxuan escaped from a brothel, only to be rescued by Xiao Lian. With no other choice, she unwillingly became his concubine, Tang Niang.

Beneath the warm bed curtains on their wedding night, Xiao Lian's hands slowly caressed her skin inch by inch. Looking at the tearful, pitiful beauty beneath him, he smiled and promised he would never let her suffer.

But he broke his promise. He gave her a frivolous waist chain, imprisoned her in a tiny space, and threatened and intimidated her. Clearly, he had made her suffer terribly.

This life was no fun, and she wanted nothing to do with this husband. So she simply ran away.

Unexpectedly, he clung to her like a vengeful spirit, and she was helplessly captured and brought back. Beneath the lotus-patterned bed curtains, he pinned her to the bed, ravaging and tormenting her inch by inch as he carelessly wiped away her tears.

"Little Sister Xuan, you've been very naughty today."

"Then you'll have to endure a little longer."

Later, when Xiao Lian led his army in a raid on the enemy camp, he saw a beauty emerge from his sworn enemy's tent. She looked strangely familiar. It was Liu Ruxuan...

After that, every night, Xiao Lian would carry his bedding out of the tent, make himself a bed outside, and lie down to sleep.

"With the enemy before us, General Xiao is setting a fine example by standing watch with the soldiers to stay alert," several soldiers remarked.

Late at night, Xiao Lian gently tugged at the tent flap and called to the person inside, "My lady, may I come in and sleep now?"

"I'm a little cold..."

Reading Guide:

1. The male lead is controlling and obsessive. The only redeeming feature is that they are both pure in body and heart, and are each other's one and only. (Emphasis added.)

2. The heroine is not perfect, but she'll grow. Feel free to criticize the male lead, but please don't criticize the heroine.

3. There are quite a few twists. Please give the story a few chapters before passing judgment.

4. No personal attacks, unsolicited writing advice, or readers of pirated copies, please.

[Upcoming novel. Please add it to your favorites. Draft is 50% complete as of July 11.]

"Mistakenly Flirting with the Crown Prince" [Draft 50% complete] Pseudo-incest / seizing what one desires by any means

Black-hearted, scheming Crown Prince x silly beauty who doesn't realize she's flirting

1. Fourth Princess Song Qingrong was born breathtakingly beautiful, but she had always lived in a separate palace, so it was only natural that she was lacking in etiquette and artistic accomplishments.

No matter what, she should at least be able to find herself a good husband.

But after returning from the separate palace, she had three engagements, and got along well with each of her betrothed, yet every one of them either died or ran away.

At first, it was fine, but now she was already seventeen, no longer young, and it was time to marry. She could find a husband, then move to his fief and live a happy life.

2. Crown Prince Song Jingming was refined and elegant, as graceful as a fresh breeze. Though young, he already carried himself like a future sovereign, earning the people's respect and the court officials' praise. Surely he knew many fine young men.

So Song Qingrong set out to ingratiate herself with the Crown Prince, hoping he would find her a good husband.

She waited, delighted, hiding behind a corridor pillar to eavesdrop.

But her noble, radiant elder brother looked at the many portraits of young men from prominent families on the table and joked unhurriedly, "Rong'er is such a delightful girl. I can't bear to let this fourth younger sister marry just yet."

Song Qingrong: ? She was only trying to curry favor with her elder brother so she could find a good husband.

Besides, her elder brother shouldn't like her. He always avoided her whenever he saw her and was usually so cool toward her. Even though they always sat together at banquets, they hardly spoke. How could she possibly be someone he liked?

3. If she couldn't ask for help, she'd have to take matters into her own hands.

If she was choosing for herself, she would naturally pick someone she liked. The top-scoring candidate might not have her elder brother's bearing, but he was still an outstanding man.

Driven to desperation, she took a risky step. One rainy day, she slipped a note to the top-scoring candidate, arranging to meet at Qingquan Temple.

At some point, someone had lit an aphrodisiac incense in the temple.

In a daze of passion, her shoulder was half-bare and her ample bosom half-exposed. Seeing the top-scoring candidate enter, she embraced him from behind and poured out her feelings: "Qingrong loves you. Will you be my consort?"

The man turned around, and she threw herself into his arms, taking his hand and placing it against her heart. "My sincere love can be witnessed by the sun and moon."

"Fourth Younger Sister, why don't you take a look at who I am?"

She raised her eyes and saw a man with brows like distant mountains beneath a bright moon, standing tall and elegant as a jade mountain. He gazed at her calmly, the corner of his lips curled in mockery.

It was none other than the current Crown Prince, Song Jingming.

Her mind suddenly cleared. She fell to the ground and hurriedly straightened her clothes, panic filling her eyes. "Elder Brother..."

4. Later, after Song Qingrong was stripped of her title and confined to Qingquan Temple, a place where one was supposed to renounce worldly attachments, she spent her days in dalliance and her nights in passion.

In the very room where she had once secretly arranged to meet another man, her elder brother Song Jingming pressed her into a corner of the bed. He lightly pinched her chin and curled his lips into a smile. "Why don't you say the things you once said to your elder brother anymore?"

One day, Song Jingming's younger sister accidentally broke into a secret chamber in the Eastern Palace and saw a painting of a beauty emerging from her bath, hanging behind a half-drawn gauze curtain.

As the light shifted, the beauty's clothes gradually slipped away. Water still glistened on her skin, tracing the delicate curves of her body...

Her toes touched the ground, curling slightly, as if the floor were cool beneath her feet, or perhaps she was languid and weak after a long soak.

That figure looked remarkably like Fourth Sister Song Qingrong...

Theme: Love yourself before loving someone else