Princess Si Huahuan of Kangle was showered with boundless love by the emperor and empress. Spoiled, arrogant, and wilful, she always got whatever she wanted.
Only one person never got along with her: Xie Yun, her lifelong rival since childhood.
The Marquis of Ming’an, Xie Yun, was exceptionally handsome and elegant, a favored court official close to the emperor. Every noble lady in the capital admired him—except Si Huahuan, who couldn’t stand the sight of him, just as he couldn’t stand hers.
For more than ten years, the two fought at every turn, until in the end, she died beneath one of his cold arrows.
When she is suddenly reborn at seventeen, Si Huahuan reflects deeply on her past mistakes and resolves:
First: cherish life and stay far away from that dog Xie Yun!
Second: while still young, enjoy all the pleasures she missed in her previous life!
But just as she is being surrounded by ten handsome young men feeding her wine, the doors are kicked open. Standing there is Xie Yun, face dark with anger, barking something about “disciplinary rectification” as his men drag all the beauties away.
Si Huahuan: “?”
Brother, are you insane?
The next day, Si Huahuan storms into the Marquis of Ming’an’s residence, kicks open the gates, and throws an imperial marriage decree in front of Xie Yun.
“You hate me that much? You really had to disgust me with this kind of trick?!”
Xie Yun calmly sips his tea.
“You taught me yourself. Doesn’t matter what method you use—as long as it works.”
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After the wedding, the more Si Huahuan thought about it, the angrier she became.
Fine then. If he wanted to disgust her, she’d disgust him right back.
One evening, she dressed in sheer gauze and struck a seductive pose on Xie Yun’s bed, calling sweetly:
“Husband~”
The next moment, she was wrapped in a blanket and thrown out the door.
“Xie Yun, damn you!”
The angrier he got, the happier she became. Night after night, she tirelessly invented new ways to torment him.
Until one night, Xie Yun suddenly pinned her beneath him, hands braced at her sides, his eyes dark and turbulent.
“You really think I wouldn’t dare?”
Si Huahuan sneered.
“What could you possibly even do—mmph!”
Their eyes met, lips collided, and the night turned passionate.
After avoiding him for two days, Si Huahuan was cornered by Xie Yun in the imperial garden.
“Get as far away from me as possible!”
Xie Yun raised a brow, smiling faintly.
“That’s not what you were saying that night.”
