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.

Jiang Qingyao wakes up one day to find herself transmigrated as the legitimate daughter of the magistrate of Fuyang County. As his daughter grows more and more beautiful with each passing day, suitors come knocking nonstop, leaving the county magistrate troubled. It turns out that his superior has hinted that the girl should be sent into the palace. Unwilling to let her waste her youth in palace intrigues, the magistrate thinks hard and hastily settles her engagement with the scholarly boy next door. After all, he watched the child grow up. His character is decent, and it is far better than being locked away in the palace. After marriage, Shen Guan is attentive in every way. Except for one strange obsession: everything must come in pairs. Not only that, he insists on constantly clinging to and holding her close. Fortunately, Shen Guan still has to study for the imperial exams. Qingyao often uses this as an excuse to make him spend more time in the study and less time in the bedroom, leaving her free to lounge around and sleep in until late morning. But sometimes, before he goes off to the academy: "I want the osmanthus cake from the end of East Street," she says. The young man lowers his eyes, answering softly, "Alright." Her eyes gleam with mischief. "And also the crispy roast duck from West Street, the wontons from South Street, and the-" Shen Guan frowns. "Jiang. Qing. Yao." His handsome brows clearly disapprove. She protests pitifully, "But you promised me last night." Last night... Indeed, he had been rather rough with her. A flush creeps up the back of his ears. At last, he relents. "Fine. I'll bring them back for you tonight." - Until one day, Jiang Qingyao stumbles upon a thick stack of letters she once wrote to her cousin, a broken kite from when she was ten, even a small piece of clothing she had lost long ago-hidden away in Shen Guan's study. Qingyao falls silent. Uh... is my husband a yandere?

Wei Ying lost her memory, but at least she still had a husband who seemed perfect in every way. Xie Lin was tall, handsome, and decisive in public-yet behind closed doors, he was gentle, attentive, and full of charm, even more alluring than the men described in romantic tales. Later, when her memories returned, she slapped him across the face in front of everyone. After they separated, Wei Ying thought that would be the end of it-he would go back to being the untouchable noble heir, and she would return home to live freely and happily. She never expected him to keep pursuing her. One moment, he stood at the hunting grounds, dazzling in his fine clothes and commanding presence; the next, he avoided the crowd, bent his tall frame before her, and took her hand to press it against his cheek. Like a proud yet easily tamed beast, he said softly, almost pleading, "Hit me." - Xie Lin had been scolded by Wei Ying countless times. At first, he thought it was because she despised him. Later, he realized she didn't only scold him when she was angry. She did it when she was being affectionate too-sometimes even when she was feeling good. The worst part was that he enjoyed it. - Notes: 1. A proud young noble who willingly becomes a lovesick fool × a spoiled, straightforward girl who's an expert at "training" her man. 2. Heavy on romance, with a long teasing and flirtation phase, lighthearted and drama-free. 3. The male lead doesn't enjoy being scolded-he just loves the female lead, so he enjoys everything she does, even when she's bossy or sulky. 4. The story shows both perspectives: not only the heroine's feelings but also the male lead's lovestruck, head-over-heels point of view.

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.