A wild, tough-as-nails general vs. a coquettish, scheming little princess.
Both main characters are each other’s firsts, in a genuinely sweet and fluffy story.
The great desert, yellow sands, a large tent burning with Aloeswood incense. The scent of a strange man was pervasive—cold, hard, and violent, utterly repulsive.
The fallen little princess trembled, her charming and beautiful face earning not a shred of pity from him. The man’s gaze as he sized her up was like that of someone looking at the corpse of a white hawk shot down from the sky.
The days and nights stranded in the great desert were the most humiliating time of Li Youqing’s life. Her skin, whiter than frost and snow and never before touched by a man, was caressed by his coarse, large hands. Her proud head, which had never bowed to anyone, was forced into humble submission before him.
It was rumored that General Xuan Rui was cold, ruthless, and cruel, and that no woman had ever survived by his side. The only one who was carried out alive after the first night was the noble lady he had captured on Lu Ming Mountain… and though she kept her life, she was covered in wounds, a tragic sight to behold.
Barely surviving by that man’s side night after night, she was finally able to leave that hellish desert when her Father Emperor sent men to rescue her, and he at last let down his guard.
A year later, with the rebel king’s head hanging from the city walls and the rebel army completely annihilated, Youqing thought she would never see that devil-like man again. She could finally live a life of ease, enjoying music and song on the Golden Scale Platform.
But she never imagined that at a banquet in the Crown Prince’s residence, through layers of curtains, she would once again meet those hawk-like, ruthless eyes.
He was the ultimate nightmare she could neither escape nor forget.
She was the faint glimmer of a firefly in his endless nightmares.
“Xuan Rui, you are only twenty-three this year. Free from the rebel king’s control, you can have a better life,” the young woman said, resorting to her old tricks and trying to coax him.
Ignoring the small, feminine dagger plunged into his left chest, the man continued to advance, his eyes filled with their usual wildness. “Qingqing, as long as you behave, I won’t go mad!”
PS: I hope this novel will transport you to a different kind of world.