The Strategy of Love

A good brother was troubled by the need to break off a marriage engagement, After drinking, the young Marquis of Marquis Duanjing Residence, Yan Qing, was willing to take a stab for his good brother, "It's just a woman, right? I'll marry her!" When the alcohol wore off, he looked at Ling Hua who had come to find him— He regretted it so much his guts turned green! At the age of thirteen, Ling Hua struck the complaint drum to bring a lawsuit to the Emperor's attention, daring to risk her life by dragging down the Crown Prince's Grand Tutor's family from power, saving the entire Ling Family and thus making a name for herself in the Capital City. Three years later, she reorganized the Ling Family, firmly grasping it in her hands, leaving no one able to shake it. Every time Yan Qing mentioned her, he sighed with emotion, thankful he didn't marry this woman. —In the end, he married her! ------------------------ Yan Qing: A young man holding a grasp of the crisp breeze, intoxicating the verdant courtyard with the fragrance of orchids for miles Ling Hua: Stained by the color of Begonia from Qiyun Mountain, worthy of plucking a single bloom to hasten the adornment of makeup

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Chapter 12 The Customary _1

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Ling Hua woke up from her sleep feeling anything but rested; the sweet dreams that had previously lulled her into deep slumber seemed to have deserted her.

Clutching her blanket, she sat on the bed, wondering how she had ever managed the sixteen years without Yan Qing by her side.

In those years, apart from when she was feverish, sleep was never a problem. She would wake up and go about her day with ease.

Even if she was sick and feverish, she would feel miserable only during the worst of it. After her fourth brother had finished reading a picture book to her or telling her a story and her fever subsided, she would no longer feel unwell and would sleep soundly.

But last night, although her fever had subsided early on, she hadn't slept well in the second half of the night. She felt an emptiness by her side, as if someone was missing—a warm embrace, the fresh and pleasant scent of someone, it all felt amiss and uncomfortable.

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