The Eldest Young Master’s Beloved Bedchamber Maid

Fang Su was Lu Yanchuan's concubine. Her beauty was beyond compare; even the loveliest words couldn't capture a fraction of it.

Sadly, Lu Yanchuan was cold and unfeeling. No matter how coquettish or alluring she acted, he treated her like trash, leaving her trapped in a cold, secluded courtyard, where she eventually died, coughing up blood from a broken heart.

Reborn, Fang Su swore she would never again be a lowly concubine who relied on her looks to please a man. Yet by an unexpected twist of fate, she became Lu Yanchuan's bedchamber maid...

Everyone said the eldest young master of the Duke of Cheng'en's household had a beautiful darling whom he treasured above all else. No one was allowed to hit her or touch her. If anyone so much as looked at her, the young master would gouge their eyes out.

But they didn't know that late at night, beneath the flickering lamplight and behind the red curtains, Lu Yanchuan would press close to her ear and murmur sweet words in his deep voice, making her blush. As she panted, he would draw her into his arms. "Su Su, tonight, you must give your husband a little boy."

Outside, snow whipped through the wind. Inside, spring lingered in a tender embrace. It turned out he had loved her for two lifetimes, and she had never known.