=== Novel Terjemahan === Source : https://mydramanovel.com/chasing-jade/ Original Title: 逐玉 Author: Tuan Zi Lai Xi Raw Link: Zhu Yu Male Lead: Zhang Ling He Female Lead: Tian Xi Wei Sinopsis: Setelah kehilangan kedua orang tuanya, kehidupan Fan Changyu seketika terpuruk. Tunangan masa kecilnya membatalkan pernikahan, sementara kerabat-kerabatnya yang rakus mulai mengincar harta warisannya. Demi melindungi adik perempuannya yang baru berusia lima tahun, Fan Changyu mengambil langkah nekat: ia mencari suami melalui jalur zhaozhui (merekrut pria untuk masuk ke dalam silsilah keluarga pihak wanita). Pilihan itu jatuh pada seorang pria yang pernah diselamatkannya-seorang pria yang babak belur, miskin, dan tidak memiliki apa-apa selain wajahnya yang tampan. Keduanya segera membuat kesepakatan. Changyu akan memberikan tempat tinggal dan merawat lukanya, sedangkan pria itu harus menjalani pernikahan palsu demi membantunya mengamankan aset keluarga. Setelah bisnis keluarganya kembali stabil, Fan Changyu bersiap menepati janji untuk memberikan surat cerai. Namun, kejadian tak terduga muncul. Kekaisaran mulai menjalankan wajib militer untuk perang, dan 'suaminya' itu direkrut paksa sebagai prajurit lalu menghilang tanpa jejak. Ketika jalan mereka kembali bersilangan, pria itu terbaring bersimbah darah di tenda prajurit yang terluka. Wajahnya yang terciprat noda darah tetap terlihat setampan dulu, namun seragam prajurit yang ia kenakan sudah robek tak berbentuk. Melihat keadaan pria itu yang begitu menyedihkan, mata Fan Changyu memerah menahan tangis: "Berhentilah menjadi prajurit. Pulanglah-aku akan beternak babi untuk menghidupimu."

Zheng Shuyi's ex-boyfriend cheated on her, and the other women's uncle drove an eye-catching Rolls-Royce Phantom, with an arrogant straight numerical license plate number. A few days after they broke up, Zheng Shuyi saw the unforgettable Rolls-Royce Phantom outside of the State Banquet Hotel. Thinking of the scumbag and the white lotus flying away from her, she felt distressed. Want to save 20 years of hard work? Don't even think about it! Do you still regard me as a relative? Well, sure. I'll just be your aunt! You'll be forced to treat me with respect even when you feel so full of yourself. At that moment, with self-fulfilling confidence, Zheng Shuyi tapped on the back seat window of the Rolls-Royce Phantom with a gentle smile on her face. The car window slowly rolled down, and the young man looked over with his charming eyes behind his glasses. Zheng Shuyi was quite shocked by the appearance. She thought to herself, the white lotus doesn't look that good, but her uncle sure is handsome. A few months later, Zheng Shuyi took the man's hand and sat affectionately in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce. When she saw the scum and the white lotus, she hooked her fingers arrogantly to tell them to come closer. "Shouldn't you at least greet your elder?" The white lotus' face was pale. She moved over slowly and called out to the driver, "Hi, uncle." Zheng Shuyi: "......?" Translated by: Summit Edited by: UnderTheMoon

The drama tells the story of Fan Changyu, a butcher's daughter, and Xie Zheng, a fallen marquis, who are fated to meet in a snowstorm. She, orphaned, is determined to become the head of her own household; he, living under an assumed name, seeks revenge for a blood feud from 17 years ago. Each with their own agenda, they enter a marriage of convenience that slowly turns into true love. What begins as mutual exploitation blossoms into genuine affection, but that love soon brings bloody warfare, forcing the lovers apart. Wielding her butcher's knife, Fan Changyu marches onto the battlefield in search of her family, her husband, and justice. Xie Zheng reclaims his identity as the iron-blooded marquis, fighting to defend his country, his love, and the truth. Finally, they reunite on the battlefield, fighting side by side without fear of death; exposing the truth without bowing to power; and returning home without forgetting their original resolve.

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

In all her nineteen years of life, Rajkumari Saudamini had learned one thing with absolute certainty: certainty itself was survival. And why would it not be? Certainty built empires. Certainty stabilized kingdoms. It was the closest companion of a diplomat capable of negotiating alliances that could alter Aryavarta itself, and the greatest ally of the finance minister of Magadh - the unconquered empire ruled by her grandfather, Jarasandha. After the death of her father, certainty became her refuge. First, it was her grandfather. Then it was supposed to be Prince Rukmi of Vidarbha. And when that certainty shattered, she built another. And another. Until she became very good at surviving broken futures. Unfortunately for her, every single time life finally began settling into something safe... he returned. Krishna. The great problem of her life. The dark cowherd who walked into kingdoms smiling and left them transformed beyond recognition. Others called him divine. Beloved. The protector of dharma. Saudamini thought otherwise. To her, Vasudev Krishna was uncertainty incarnate - the question mark carved into her life when she was seven years old. The man who arrived in Mathura and left her father dead. The man whose existence shattered alliances, broke betrothals, unraveled political stability, and turned carefully laid plans into ash. So truly, she wants nothing to do with him. Which becomes rather inconvenient when fate - with all its terrible humor - keeps placing him directly in her path again. And again. And again. But what is one supposed to do when the greatest uncertainty of their life slowly begins feeling like the only certainty left? Especially when she is no ordinary princess. She is Vasumati Saudamini: the lost princess of Mathura, the beloved Rajnandini of Magadh, and perhaps the only person in Aryavarta stubborn enough to look Krishna in the eye and call him a curse.

- DISCLAIMER - THE AUTHOR DOES NOT OWN ART WORK NITHER THE ORIGINAL MAHABHARAT NOR THE CHARECTER (EXPECT YUKTI/YUKI) , SO THERE MIGHT BE MISALIGNMENT OF EVENTS OR FICTIONAL EVENTS ADDED THE FIC, BE OPENMINDED TO THE FIC AND READ - THANK YOU AUTHOR YUKI In a world where destiny is written long before one is born, Yukti was never meant to exist. A girl from the modern world, thrown into the sacred era of Dwapar Yuga-into a life that was never hers, yet slowly becomes everything she cannot escape. Bound not by fate, but by something far more dangerous... choice. Crowned too soon, burdened too young, Yukti rises as the Princess of Sumha, carrying grief stitched into her silks and fire hidden behind her quiet defiance. Surrounded by warriors, politics, and whispers of betrayal, she learns quickly-this world does not forgive softness. And yet... he remains. Krishna. A guide. A protector. A constant presence that feels both like home and something she should never hold onto too tightly. Because some bonds are not meant to be questioned. Some feelings are not meant to be named. And in a world where time itself has its rules... What happens when the right person exists- but in the wrong place? A story of destiny, loss, quiet strength, and a bond that walks the line between devotion and something far more dangerous.

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𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗻𝗮 𝘅 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗶 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 🪷 "𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗻𝗮 : 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘄, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲." In the age of Sati Yug, there lived an Asura princess whose heart was captivated by the unmatched power and glory of Lord Vishnu. Believing it to be love, she desired to make him her husband. To win him, she performed severe penance and sacrificed comfort, yet Vishnu never accepted her. Heartbroken, the princess refused to let go of her dream. Seeing her stubborn devotion, the royal sages advised her to worship Lord Shiva, the one even Vishnu revered. Pleased by her tapasya, Mahadev appeared before her. But he spoke the truth-Vishnu would never accept her until she abandoned the darkness within her heart: pride, greed, desire, and selfish longing. But the princess would not surrender. She began an impossible vow-to chant one hundred billion mantras while standing upon a tree. She gave away her youth, beauty, and entire life to devotion. Even Mahadev was moved by her determination and decided that when her final chant was complete, her wish would be granted. Yet fate had other plans. When only one final name remained, old age claimed her life. She was reborn in Kaliyug, unaware of her past and disconnected from faith. But destiny drew her back to a Shiva temple. There, in a tragic accident, she took her final breath before the idol of Mahadev. From her lips escaped one forgotten word-Shiv. This time, Lord Shiva fulfilled his promise. She was reborn in Dwapar Yug as the daughter of Prince Shakuni of Gandhara. Bound by an ancient vow, Vishnu was now destined to marry her. But the question remains... Will Vishnu truly accept her? Will he marry her only as a duty? Or will a marriage born from vows and fate blossom into real love?