The Wrong Bride for a Flourishing Prince

Chu Danmo, the only daughter of the founding grand general of a flourishing dynasty, is just like her name: faintly fragrant as ink, elegant and refined as a chrysanthemum. She is neither stunningly beautiful nor skilled at scaling walls and leaping rooftops. Yet no one knows that those delicate hands, soft as if boneless, hold the lives and deaths of countless people, because... she is the renowned “Plain-Faced” Divine Physician. When the cold blade cut across her fair wrist, and the man who had sworn to protect and love her took her blood with his own hands to save another woman, her heart turned to ashes. From then on, Danmo became indifferent: aloof and cold. The beginning has a little angst, but the rest is absolutely sweet, cozy, and full of indulgence! Feng Qinglan, the sixth prince most beloved by the founding emperor of the Dajing Dynasty, is praised by the world as the wise Prince Rui, peerless in intellect and astonishingly talented across the realm. He plans everything with perfect foresight and wins battles from a thousand miles away, turning clouds and rain with a wave of his hand. He is obsessed with chess, and with his long, fair hands like jade, he turns everyone under heaven into black and white pieces between his fingers. A man of such extraordinary grace saw her and was saved by her twice, both times when he was at his lowest. From then on, he, as gentle and polished as jade and once unmoved by anything, became obsessed with her and lost himself for her, willing to overturn the world for her, even though... she had once been another man’s wife. ★ Scene One: ★ In the Golden Throne Hall, facing the emperor’s suspicion, the doubts of the officials, and the relentless pressure of the man who had once promised her a lifetime together, she smiled calmly. A dagger slid from her sleeve and flashed across her arm. With a rip, a strip of sleeve flew into the air, revealing her smooth, jade-white arm. Her icy gaze passed over the vivid red mark on her arm and settled on the man whose face had gone deathly pale. “Since Marquis Qingyuan claims that I, this commandery princess, am his late wife, then surely the marquis’s wife, who was married to him for half a year, was not still a virgin?” Such a resolute and fierce act, baring her arm in front of everyone, was all to sever every tie between them forever. The Marquis of Qingyuan, who had slain countless foes on the battlefield, went pale and staggered down into his seat. Regret and pain were plain in his eyes, but they could not stir the slightest ripple in her heart. To her, he was like the torn strip of cloth fluttering to the ground, something she could now discard without a second thought. ★★ Scene Two: ★★ Standing beside the lotus pond, she wore a gauzy dress that fluttered in the morning breeze. Her slender figure stood straight, and her cherry-blossom lips curved in a chillingly self-mocking smile. “Is there anyone under heaven who isn’t part of Your Highness’s schemes? Is there anything beyond Your Highness’s control?” His clear, jade-like eyes held a tenderness as deep as the sea. His voice was rich and resolute. “Mo’er is not part of my schemes, and Mo’er’s heart... is not within my control!” ★★★★★★★★★★★★ The hero is powerful and the heroine intelligent. This is a serious historical story featuring court intrigues, a battle for the throne, and plenty of handsome men. It’s one couple from beginning to end. If you like it, please add it to your favorites. I promise the story won’t be abandoned, so feel free to dive in.