The Prairie Princess Let Out a Whimper, and the Powerful Minister's Bones Went Soft

Zhao Yuanchu was born a free-spirited noblewoman of the northern grasslands. After a palace coup, her elder brother ascended the throne. She returned from the north to the capital and became a princess trapped behind towering palace walls. Bored with life in the palace, she once slipped out and met a poor scholar named Song Yunhe. She fell for him at first sight. She even gave up her title as princess, posing as a merchant’s daughter to marry him. Little did she know that the day he passed the imperial examinations would be the day she died! To marry the prime minister’s “adopted daughter,” Song Yunhe didn’t hesitate to kill her! “I’ve passed the exams. How could you, a mere merchant’s daughter, ever be worthy of me?!” She gave a bitter smile. If he knew the woman he’d cast aside was the princess of the realm, would he regret it? Filled with hatred, Zhao Yuanchu was reborn! She returned to the day she eloped with Song Yunhe. She was about to pawn her jade ornaments to get the silver he needed for the imperial exams! Coming to her senses, Zhao Yuanchu immediately took back her jewelry. Pay for that scumbag? Dream on! Just outside the pawnshop, she ran into the man who had been her fiancé in her previous life. The aloof and incomparable power-holder, Meng Changqin. Zhao Yuanchu looked at him, her eyes reddening. In her previous life, she’d mistaken a fish eye for a pearl. She couldn’t let him slip away again. Everyone said the powerful official Meng Changqin must be heartless. Countless lives had fallen beneath his blade. They didn’t know he carried a deep-seated grudge. He had clawed his way to the top, with no time for the “love” everyone talked about. Yet in the endless nights, he would always stare blankly at a jade pendant in his hand. The Northern Princess Zhao Yuanchu was the moonlight in his heart. She didn’t know it, but he did. He didn’t dare hope she might truly return his feelings. He could only put on his armor before her, pretending to be cold and heartless. But the princess, as petite as a rabbit, approached him of her own accord. “The Emperor has granted us a marriage. Surely you wouldn’t dare defy his decree, my lord?”