I Am the Regent Prince's Unattainable White Moonlight

After Jiao Jiao was reborn, the possessive Prince Regent doted on her like mad.

Song Luan was the last surviving member of the Song family. As a child, she was sent to live in the Duke of Qin's residence in the capital.

When Song Luan came of age, the eldest son of the Li family, an old friend of the Songs, came to ask for her hand. Matchmakers from all the prominent families in the capital also flocked to the Duke's residence, drawn by Song Luan's peerlessly beautiful face.

Who would Song Luan choose?

In her previous life, she chose Li Changheng and married into the Li family, believing he would keep his promise to look after the Song family's former retainers and help clear the family's name.

But instead, she watched as Li Changheng sold out all the Song family's former retainers on the battlefield to climb the ranks. The Song family was condemned once and for all, becoming nothing more than a stepping stone to Li Changheng's achievements.

She set fire to the Li residence and perished with the Li clan. After her death, however, her soul was imprisoned for decades, watching Qin Shao clear the Song family's name, watching him pierce Li Changheng through the heart with an arrow, and watching him keep to the vast Prince Regent's residence, living like an ascetic.

Given another chance at life, she thought that even though she had always been terrified of Third Brother Qin from the Duke of Qin's household, he had done so much for the Song family after her death. She could treat him a little better, and then a little better still.

And so, everyone in the Duke's residence watched as Song Luan, who used to run away whenever she saw Third Master Qin, called out worriedly when he returned in blood-soaked clothes: "Third Brother, does it hurt?"

Qin Shao stared at her as if he had seen a ghost.

Qin Shao was the capital's minister of the Court of Judicial Review, a fearsome man whose clothes were soaked in blood day after day. He detested delicate women more than anything.

Song Luan had no idea what she was getting into by approaching him. He would surely turn a cold face on her and scold her until she cried.

Song Luan did cry, but at night, as the man's rough fingertips wiped away her tears, he frowned and scolded her: "Why are you crying? Weren't you the one who wanted this? Which of us is the one in pain, you or me?"

"All right, Jiao Jiao, stop crying."