The Buddhist Devotee Is Out of Reach! Embracing His Beloved Wife with Tender Affection
[1v1, mutual purity, strong female lead, hidden identity, doting wife, military marriage] At their first meeting, she almost lost her life to a bullet from Lu Yunzhou—a deadly wound that pierced straight through her chest. This infuriating man had the audacity to hinder her from pursuing her ambitions! Everyone in the capital’s elite circles knew that the heir of the Lu family, the Empire’s crown prince, had a fiancée named Shen Chaoxi. Rumor had it that this delicate beauty, cherished by all and raised in the lap of luxury, was frail and sickly by birth, secluded at home since childhood, timid and never seen by outsiders. Even her powerful and doting brothers would say to the world, "Our Chaochao is timid. Don't frighten her." "Really? Should I catch a mouse for you to play with?" # He was the ruler of the Empire, a legend who commanded respect across thirteen military districts. Born into a distinguished family of military and political influence, he possessed noble status and a cold, distant demeanor. Yet, he would embrace her slender waist and coax her gently in a soft voice. "Chaochao, shall we go home?" So much so that outsiders would say, "The little princess of the Shen family is merely lucky to have been born well. Her beauty is a shade above others, but unfortunately, she is weak and destined for a short life... hardly worthy of the supreme power-holder of the capital!" Lu Yunzhou laughed at their ignorance. If she’s not worthy, then who is? # Their meeting was fate. A match between equals. He was willing to bow, to murmur in a low voice, "I love you." Lu Yunzhou: "Shen Chaochao."
The Buddhist Devotee Is Out of Reach! Embracing His Beloved Wife with Tender Affection
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Eastern Continent, Sand City.
The sunlight was blinding.
The air was stifling, the sun blazing mercilessly over the abandoned buildings. This was the most barren, desolate region of the East, a place torn by warring factions, littered with corpses, the stench of death everywhere.
Several brown military pickups rumbled through a sandstorm, coming to a halt beneath a cluster of derelict towers. As the view shifted, the heat only intensified.
“Captain, they’ve arrived.” A low, magnetic voice buzzed through the earpiece. The sound of vehicles rolling over sand was clear, but no one knew just how many forces hid within these deserted ruins.
“Mm.” The response was deep, carrying an undeniable authority.
The atmosphere was still, the temperature climbing. Cold sweat slid down the man’s face, his pale knuckles tightening around his weapon, black eyes calm and cold.
At that moment, a car door opened. Under the neat watch of several dozen black-clad attendants outside the decrepit building, a slender figure in black stepped out. Her skin was fair, unlike those born in this region. She pressed her lips together, her dark hair tousled by the wind and sand, a black chiffon scarf covering most of her face, revealing only a pair of cool, clear eyes that glanced briefly toward the distant high-rise.
Then a resounding voice called out, “Greetings, Miss!” Their expressions were solemn, suits immaculate. The moment the girl emerged, they greeted her in unison—a scene so imposing it seemed to swallow all else.
Shen Zhao
