A Spring Ode to Shangjing

[Historical romance · No reincarnation · Slow-burn romance]

A pure ancient-style romance of love and yearning.

Because of a conspiracy, Mo Yuan’s father and elder brother were thrown into prison, their lives and deaths falling into the hands of Yan Jingchen, the Grand Chancellor of the Great Ye and the nation’s foremost power broker.

To save her father and brother, Mo Yuan entered the Chancellor’s manor, but she never expected that the rumored cold and ruthless Chancellor Yan would be such a noble, refined man.

After exhausting every good word she could think of, Yan Jingchen still did not even look up at her.

“Please tell me plainly, Chancellor Yan. What must I do for you to clear my father and brother’s names?”

Yan Jingchen finally set down his vermilion brush. His dark eyes, cold and deep, gazed at her for a long while before he slowly said four words: “My bed is cold in winter...”

Before coming to the Chancellor’s manor, Mo Yuan had imagined many possibilities.

Only this one had never crossed her mind: becoming the person in Yan Jingchen’s bed.

After all, rumors said Yan Jingchen was indifferent, emotionless, and did not go near women.

Her soft, clear voice carried a trace of suppressed crying: “I am willing to warm your bed and body, Chancellor Yan.”

Yan Jingchen looked at Mo Yuan with some surprise, then suddenly laughed in a low voice.

He had thought the little princess would cry.

A pity, but there was still plenty of time. He had already waited two years, after all.

***

Two years ago, the first time he saw Mo Yuan, he had developed possessiveness toward her.

He split her up from her childhood sweetheart, waited until she came of age, hoped for her arrival in the capital, and coveted her for two years.

Now that the person was right before his eyes, how could he possibly let her go so easily?

Yan Jingchen curved his lips slightly, and in the span of a few breaths, his deep black eyes churned with countless hidden meanings.