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Watching the young men eagerly vie for her favor, Lu Miaoqing couldn't help thinking of a year ago. Back then, she was nowhere near as admired as she was now. Poison coursed through her body, and she was an unlucky soul with little time left to live.
To stay alive, she went to Miaojiang in search of medicine, where she happened upon a young man.
Rain fell on the street. Someone had severed the tendons in his hands and feet and thrown him into a corner to die. He was utterly disheveled. His forehead was split, and bright red blood seeped into his calm, unruffled eyes.
The first thing the young man said when he saw her was that he could save her.
Lu Miaoqing took him home.
But the young man was arrogant and mean, and lied constantly. He was no good person.
Lu Miaoqing couldn't see his true feelings, nor could she tell how much scheming lurked in his tears.
So once her poison was cured, she left him behind and went home without looking back.
Lu Miaoqing accepted the peach blossom branch the young man offered and tapped it against her cheek.
She suddenly felt curious. Years had passed since they parted, and now she was about to marry. What would it be like for that young man to marry the Holy Maiden?
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When Xiang Ning was at his most feral, he had eaten grass roots and drunk filthy water. People had pinned him in a corner and beaten him until he was covered in blood and utterly wretched. It was Lu Miaoqing who took him home, offering a ray of light in his twisted, dark world.
He was cold, heartless, and vindictive. But for Lu Miaoqing, he was willing to put aside his grudges and temper his nature, trying to become a gentler person.
Sadly, Lu Miaoqing died.
The three Miaojiang clans fought for power, and a great fire burned for seven days and seven nights. The young woman leaped into the flames right before his eyes, abandoning him in this world without a backward glance.
He had only just received the divine oracle and hadn't yet had the chance to love her openly.
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Word had it that on that day, the young lord of Miaojiang lost his wife to death. He went mad overnight, slaughtered the rebels, wept tears of blood, and turned every strand of his black hair white.
Standing atop the border city of Nanling and gazing toward the flames of war in Miaojiang, Lu Miaoqing deeply agreed: this was the best ending.
They were far apart, each living well, with no further ties between them.
Yet in the tenth year of Suichong, Xiang Ning, lord of Miaojiang, insisted on leaving his village and traveling north to Nanling.
That same year, Princess Lu Miaoqing of Nanling held her wedding, and all under heaven celebrated.
With her wedding approaching, Lu Miaoqing could never sleep soundly. She dreamed of that young man again. He should have been in Miaojiang, nestled in a warm embrace, but now he had suddenly appeared in Nanling.
He wore a red robe and smiled darkly. His dagger pressed inch by inch into his chest as he called to her in a hoarse, frenzied voice:
"Miaomiao, Miaomiao."
"How about I offer you my life as a wedding gift, Miaomiao?"
What Lu Miaoqing hadn't expected was that he really did appear just as he had in her dream.
[Brooding, tsundere, gorgeous and tragic young lord of Miaojiang x silly, sweet, adorable princess]
The 23 stories of an aggressive simp and a natural airhead
1. Both leads are virgins, one-on-one romance, with unrequited feelings on one side; a childish romance between the two.
2. The plot serves the romance. Not a strong female lead novel, and it's a wish-fulfillment story.
3. Old-school melodrama and a regretful pursuit. Readers who are extreme fans of either lead, stay away.
4. All in all, it's a sweet little bedtime read, with the occasional bittersweet moment.
Also check out this upcoming novel
After the Demon Lord Became Pregnant
Yin Jianhuan transmigrated.
She ended up in a mindless power-fantasy novel aimed at male readers, which she'd stayed up all night reading a while back, as an unnamed extra.
The extra was an utterly ordinary formation cultivator. Her greatest stroke of luck was stumbling upon and claiming a small secret realm of her own, the Thousand Autumns Cave.
Yin Jianhuan moved in, spending her days studying and practicing. She lived in seclusion in her Thousand Autumns Cave and enjoyed the farming life she'd always dreamed of.
The world outside was in turmoil, with fighting so fierce it seemed the sky itself might be torn apart, but she remained unmoved.
Until one day, a flash of red light appeared in the cave. A young man with a faint flush beneath his eyes, who looked thoroughly disreputable, clutched his belly and snapped at her, "You owe me an explanation!"
Yin Jianhuan: "? Who are you?"
Young man: "I'm carrying your child!"
Yin Jianhuan: "...I don't understand."
"Congratulations, fellow cultivator. Your Nascent Soul has matured?"
Sima Zhi was the greatest demonic cultivator in heaven and earth. One day, his trusted followers betrayed him, and his body was destroyed. Only a wisp of his soul remained, drifting through a desolate mountain wilderness.
He came across a strange plant and refined it, gaining a human form.
After gathering his strength, Sima Zhi returned to Nanxing Heaven, vowing to exact revenge.
But halfway through the battle, a sudden, sharp pain seized his abdomen. He fled in a panic, only to discover that he was pregnant!
He was a demon lord, a man, and yet he was carrying a child!
He didn't even know who the child's mother was.
But a supreme treasure had appeared, and he had no choice but to fight for it. Sima Zhi steadied his pregnancy and braced himself to go claim the treasure.
He was no match for the male lead and was about to die when the baby in his belly suddenly moved. A flash of red light later, Sima Zhi found himself in a farming village.
A girl in a red dress stared at him in a daze. The aura around her clearly had the same origin as the child in his belly.
Laid-back farming girl x sweet, simple baby x dark, brooding villain from a leveling story
The bizarre cultivation journey of a family of three
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Sima Zhi: I can still fight.
Yin Jianhuan: Hold on, let's loosen the soil first.
Baby: Waiting to be fed.
1. A quirky sweet story, with a male pregnancy. If that's not your thing, please don't read.
Theme: Love is a question we return to forever.
