Qi Cunxin was only a fire-tending maid in the Eastern Ling residence. Day after day, she crouched by the smoky stove, her face and hands covered in ash. Life was dull, money was always tight, and the little copper coins she earned never seemed enough. To survive, she secretly worked outside, washing clothes for courtesans at the pleasure house. It was exhausting work, but it gave her a few extra coins to hide away. Then one day, her life changed. In the back courtyard of the flower house, she saw him. A beautiful young man locked in an iron cage. His face was pale, his breath weak, his life hanging by a thread. The madam who had bought him already despised him, calling him useless and a waste of money. Qi Cunxin was sitting on a stool, scrubbing clothes. When she lifted her head, her eyes met his. His gaze was so bright and beautiful that she forgot to breathe. That day, she emptied the little silver she had saved for so long. She bought him, and carried him back to the residence. From then on, he became hers. He was quiet, gentle, always following her like a shadow. He smiled sweetly, clung to her with every step, and looked at her as though she was his entire world. More than that, he was impossibly handsome. Qi Cunxin swore that one day, when she was free, she would marry him. But she never guessed the truth. Xie Miao once thought the most exciting thing in life was watching people's final struggles before death, or stepping on them with power. Until he met her. For the first time, he wanted to pretend: to act pure and flawless, like snow in spring or willows in the wind. At first, it was just a game: to toy with her innocent heart. Yet in the end, the one who was captured... was him. --- ML: Cold and ruthless in public, but in private a spoiled, clingy and obedient. (Obsessed and possessive) FL: Kind and adorable.

Yun Ling was a humble little palace maid. She had a secret: she knew that the Sixth Prince, currently confined to the Cold Palace, was destined to be the future Crown Prince. To avoid misfortune, she volunteered to take care of him in the Cold Palace. The Sixth Prince, Xie Jue, was cruel, ruthless, and possessed a violent temper. He was suspicious and guarded towards her, constantly mocking and threatening her. But no matter how he treated her, she remained by his side, diligently serving him without complaint. "What do you want?" he asked coldly. Yun Ling gently coaxed, "I only wish for Your Highness's well-being. Your Highness's wishes are also my wishes." Xie Jue scoffed, "A lowly person, using sweet words to deceive." Yun Ling didn't mind and continued to care for him with utmost devotion and consideration. When he ascended to the East Palace, becoming the heir apparent, second only to the Emperor, she used his influence to escape her own misfortune and seek revenge. Then, she vanished without a trace in a blaze of fire. - Zezhou, thousands of miles away from the capital. Yun Ling worked as a female tutor, teaching court etiquette to the daughter of a minor official. Hearing that a carefree Prince had arrived from the capital, she feared being recognized and wrote a letter to resign. But she was informed that the Prince was merely passing through and had already left, and she was asked to continue teaching. A young servant led Yun Ling to the courtyard. As she pushed open the door, a blizzard swept in, covering the standing man with a blanket of silver. His face was cold and stern, radiating an aura of frost. He approached her step by step, "For three whole years, I've finally found you." "I'll make you my Crown Princess. Don't run away again, or I really will strangle you." __ Her sweet words were all to coax him; once you start coaxing, you must continue. ML:mad-dog temper, hopelessly in love, unhinged. FL: resilient, and strategic.

Su Xi transmigrated into the body of the infamous Eldest Princess: ruthless, cruel, feared, and reviled by all. Lu Jing'an, the empire's youngest Prime Minister, was known for his cold and brilliant, a master of schemes, has no interest in women. Yet fate forces him to marry the Eldest Princess. On their wedding night, she first saw him kneeling on the ground, dressed in a torn wedding robe. Even in such humiliation, his posture remained straight, proud and elegance. Handsome yet guarded, he is a man who trusts no one. To avoid suspicion, she raises her whip again, only to accidentally shatter an oil lamp and set her skirt aflame. With one elegant kick, he extinguishes the fire, his voice like ice over water: "Your Highness, best to hold the whip firmly." __ Lu Jing'an thought his fate would be nothing but plots and revenge. He hated the princess, not only for her cruelty, for the shame she had once brought him. But from the wedding night onward, the world shifted. When she forced medicine down his throat, he gripped her wrist and sneered: "If Your Highness wants to kill your husband, you don't need to bother with such tricks." Yet it was medicine for his chronic stomach pain. On a snowy night, he collapsed drunk by a stone table. Clutching her sleeve in desperation, whispered in despair: "Your Highness... what is it you truly want from me?" She wanted nothing except to warm him. But when her gaze drifts to another, the man famed for his composure is driven to madness. He seizes her hand, pressing it to an old scar, eyes burning red even as his voice cut sharp and desperate: "This ruined body... is it worth even a piece of Your Highness's heart?" Then pride collapses. He kneels before her, tears in his eyes, his voice trembling: "Your Highness... please look at me. please?" The master strategist, once unyielding and proud, laid down his last defense, choosing to become, willingly, the most obedient piece in her hands.

A beautiful neurosurgeon, after a car accident, travels back in time to the 1970s, becoming the high-profile military wife of her namesake. Faced with her once-despised "country bumpkin" husband, she contemplates escape, only to find herself captivated by his ardent tenderness and rock-hard eight-pack abs. From resistance to submission, the Ice Queen meets a doting husband, igniting a sweet journey from an arranged marriage to true love. Traveling through time and space, just to meet her destined soul mate.

A beautiful neurosurgeon, after a car accident, travels back in time to the 1970s, becoming the high-profile military wife of her namesake. Faced with her once-despised "country bumpkin" husband, she contemplates escape, only to find herself captivated by his ardent tenderness and rock-hard eight-pack abs. From resistance to submission, the Ice Queen meets a doting husband, igniting a sweet journey from an arranged marriage to true love. Traveling through time and space, just to meet her destined soul mate.

In order to pay for college tuition, Lin Qingqing married Liu Zheng, a burly retired soldier who no one in the village dared to mess with. The rough man said that as long as she married him, he would pay for the tuition, and when she graduated from university, if she didn't want to live with him, she could also leave him. Lin Qingqing felt that this was a deal, and she would leave here when she graduated from university. But before she graduated from university, this muscular rough guy fucked her until she became limp, her legs were so weak that she couldn't walk, Huaxue'er started to water when she saw his big stick, she couldn't even leave him for a moment no/ . 1V1 Rough Man Sweet Article~~~ Original Title: 糙汉农夫的大学生娇妻（1V1 H）

Yan Jiayi was on her way to take the college entrance exam-the biggest turning point of her life. As a lifelong top student, she had every chance to be among the best in the province, if not the country. She never doubted herself, and neither did her parents or teachers. But fate played a cruel joke. A sudden accident left her in a coma. From the edge of life, she watched her parents weep by her bedside, their eyes nearly dry from endless crying. It was then that a strange voice spoke to her-the self-proclaimed Master of the System Universe. He offered her a deal: take on missions across different worlds in exchange for a second chance at life. Yan Jiayi, thinking it was just another "study project," accepted. She didn't expect to be dropped into a blood-soaked battlefield. A man stood in front of her, cloaked in red, his sword dripping with fresh blood. The system chimed in, labeling him: "Target." But why did he have a blackening value of over 90?

"This belongs to our family. For many years this hairpin passed to daughter from mother. You can wear it today." .......................... "Oh my empress, this servant thought you wouldn't wakeup..." She said wiping her tears. "Yeah well I'm fine..." I said stretching my body and then it hit me. I quickly sat up. "Wait... what did you say? What did you call me?" I asked the girl. "My empress... This servant is really sorry your highness... this servant didn't think you would wake up after last night. You were pale and didn't look well.... But this servant so happy now..." She said with a face splitting wide smile. "Empress" I muttered to myself. "EMPRESS" then yelled. The girl looked at me confused and nodded. "EMPRESS WHO???" I shouted. And then it hit me for the second time. I wasn't speaking English. It was Chinese. I was speaking Chinese. ---------------------- "No way in the hell I would experience all the palace dramas like in those books." "That stupid emperor can go to hell"

Love is a fragile thing. It can be nurtured, like a delicate flower in spring, blossoming under warmth and care. Or it can be neglected, left to wither under the weight of indifference until nothing remains but dust and regret. This is the story of a love that was once whole, then broken, then lost entirely. A love that burned brightly in the heart of a Queen-so deeply, so fiercely, that it consumed her. And a love that the Emperor never recognized until it was too late. She loved him. More than she should have. More than he deserved. She had given him her loyalty, her devotion, her very soul. And in return, he had given her nothing. Not his trust. Not his protection. Not even his mercy. Her love for him had died long before her body did. If fate ever gave her another chance, she would never love him again. But fate is cruel. Death was not the end. She would return, reborn from the ashes of her suffering. Not as the woman who once waited for his love. Not as the Queen who had begged for his favor. But as someone who would never waste another moment longing for him. This time, it would be his turn to burn.

From one of the wealthiest and most talented families came a spoiled and unruly 9-year-old girl who boldly declared the Seventh Prince, the emperor's most handsome son, as her future husband. However... Years later, she reappears, transformed from a frivolous child into a poised and distant woman. Her once fiery affection has turned cold and unreadable. As the Seventh Prince grows intrigued by her mysterious change, he realizes the tables have turned-she is no longer his, and now he finds himself wrapped around her fingers.