After Breaking Off the Engagement with Qing Leng Cousin

After Mrs. Wen passed away, only the beautiful orphan girl Wen Qinghan was left in the Wen family. Carrying the only remaining token, she stepped into Xie's mansion and became an embarrassed defector. On the other side of the engagement was Xie Chiyu, whom everyone in the capital looked up to. The nephew of the emperor, the young minister of Dali Temple, and the jade-faced judge who is not acquainted with romance. He was noble and self-possessed, and when he looked at her, his eyes were as light as looking at an old thing. It was a slightly cold spring rain on the day we first met, and her dress was soaked and stood under the eaves. He didn't stop as he passed by. She lowered her head and lowered her eyes, not daring to take another look at that dignified figure. She didn't dare miss him even a little bit, but she couldn't restrain the longing for him deep in her heart. She flirted wantonly and indulged. "Cousin..." She called him respectfully during the day, but at night she was fantasizing about everything. ——Until that day, she decided to let herself go. Since the flowers on the high mountain cannot be broken, then choose a good man and live a stable life. After canceling the oral marriage She began to accept invitations from her childhood sweetheart, the Crown Prince, accepted poems and notes from the minister's nephew, and even secretly embroidered her wedding dress. Xie Chiyu saw everything. Watch her smile at others, watch her accept gifts from others, watch her twist the red thread on her fingertips and sew sachets for others. He remained calm and self-possessed, reviewing case files and reviewing important matters. Just three of the pens in my hand broke in one night. The accident happened on the night she agreed to get married. Until I saw her handing the embroidered mandarin duck handkerchief to others He crushed her unfulfilled marriage overnight. "My cousin's marriage," Xie Chiyu gently placed the jade pendant on her pillow, his voice so gentle that it made people tremble, "it belongs to me." Before the betrothal gift sent by the man entered the house, a group of guards in black had already silently poured in. In just half a stick of incense, all the betrothal gifts disappeared without a trace, the matchmaker shivered, and the prince prince "I had an emergency last night," Xie Chiyu said lightly during the early morning meal, "and the whole family has left Beijing to recuperate." She stood in front of him coldly. He wiped his fingers slowly and raised his eyes to look at her: "Qinghan," he suddenly smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes, "can't I give you the stability you want?" That night, she was taken into his study. The room was brightly lit with candles. He was sitting behind the case, with the wedding dress she had embroidered for someone else spread out in front of him. The golden mandarin duck stings the eyes. "I heard that you want to get married." His voice was very soft, but the scissors in his hand shone with a cold light. The wedding dress shattered into pieces in his hands. He stood up and walked towards her, touching her pale face with his fingertips: "Then get married." "Marry me." She was horrified to find Those eyes that were always calm and composed were filled with madness that she had never seen before. Later everyone in the capital knew: The young minister of Dali Temple, who had never been a womanizer, actually married an orphan girl living in the mansion. He broke all her wings, but gently wiped her tears when she cried: "Qinghan, you should have known-" "From the day you step into Xie's Mansion, you can only be mine." Skin hunger syndrome x abstinence flower of high mountain blackened version Reading guide: 1. The female protagonist has a strong skin hunger syndrome and often makes excessively intimate moves towards the male protagonist. In the early stage, the girl chases the boy, but in the later stage, the male protagonist goes crazy in the crematorium. 2, 1V1/double clean/HE 3. The heroine is not smart, but she has a clear understanding of herself (she thinks she is not) 4. There are very few plot lines (almost none), and those that exist are all for the emotional lines of the male and female protagonists. 5. This article is fictitious and the dynasty is a mess. The first version of the copy was written on November 13, 2025, completed on January 10, 2026, and has been archived. ——————————Pre-receipt of the copy of "The Imprisoned Sister"———————— Wei Shu was the only miscalculated variable on his road to imperial power. He was the most calculating prince in the Great Jing Dynasty, and he planned every step of the way. When Cui Congyu took her into the palace, everyone praised the prince for his kindness and willingness to take in the orphaned daughter of a general who died in battle. Only he himself knew what an exquisite move this was. Use her innocence to set off the royal "mercy" to whitewash the hypocrisy of the entire dynasty. "Brother Huang treats you the best." Wei Shu believed it. With amnesia, she was like a blank piece of paper. She would fall asleep on his lap unsuspectingly in the study late at night. When she was drunk at a palace banquet, she would lie in his arms, blinking her eyes and asking him softly: "Brother, will you always stay with me?" He watched with cold eyes, enjoying her complete dependence, as if he were taming a hand-selected bird. Until the night when she got pregnant, the moonlight filled the courtyard. She suddenly grabbed his sleeve and raised her face, her eyes full of innocence: "Brother, they said... I'm going to get married soon." "When you get married, does it mean that you will only be with one person for the rest of your life and never be separated again?" She paused, and her voice was as light as a butterfly wing: "Then... Can I marry Lin Lang?" The suet-fat jade hairpin in his hand that tied her hair broke off in his palm without any warning. Blood dripped down his fingers, but he didn't feel the pain. It turned out that the bird he had tamed with his own hands had already silently pecked through his heart. Later, her memories came flooding back. The blood in the General's Mansion, the tragic death of his parents, and his terrifyingly calm face in the firelight... "Brother Emperor, let me go." For the first time she showed fear to him. But he smiled and wiped away her tears, and tied the gold chain around her ankle: "Shu'er, you should have understood this when you were sixteen." "From the day you step into the East Palace, you will be alone for the rest of your life." "You promised Gu that you would always stay by Gu's side." He imprisoned her in a deep palace and did not let her contact anyone. The courtiers scolded him for his immorality, and the world despised him for being crazy. But he pinched her chin late at night, his eyes scarlet and full of paranoia: "Tell me, who do you want to marry now?" She trembled and said nothing. He chuckled and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Be good and say, 'Only marry the emperor's brother'." Motto: Love can withstand everything