*After forcing her into a relationship, he discovers that she is his wife.
A little Buddhist saint, devoted to Buddha and free of desire x a cold emperor who turns into a twisted, resentful husband
"Little Master Ayin!" A gentle, refined young man stood beneath an ancient ginkgo tree and called to her. When she answered, he rushed toward her without hesitation and held her tight in his cool embrace...
Jiang Fanyin woke from a nightmare to find the room utterly empty. She hugged her knees and wept, overcome by loss.
It was the second year since Song Qi had died.
The nun Miaokong of Jingfa Convent often said that her senses were pure and that she had been born with few tears, but over the past several months, she had cried them all.
In her daze, a large, well-defined hand came to rest on her thin shoulder.
"Sister-in-law, don't cry. May I stay with you tonight?"
"Don't touch me."
"If it hadn't been my elder brother who was displaced during the turmoil in the Eastern Palace, the throne should have been his. I owe him a great deal, and I want to care for you in his stead. He and I are twins... You can think of me as him." Before the bed, the emperor, usually aloof and distant from everyone, begged humbly. All he got in return was a fleeting glance from Jiang Fanyin.
With that single look, Pei Heng felt as if he had fallen into an abyss. He knew full well that Jiang Fanyin loved only his imperial elder brother, and would never spare him even the slightest affection.
The little saint who loved all living things held the sharpest blade in her hand and left him covered in wounds. And yet, he wanted her all the same.
Happy ending. Pei Heng is Song Qi.
Bittersweet at first, sweet later. The blurb will be revised.
Side couple: A resilient female imperial bodyguard x a gloomy, ghostlike former emperor
Theme: Finding your true self
