MTL - The Job of an Imperial Concubine - ~ 11 respective minds

Five years after being kidnapped and ens*aved in a city full of Witches, I became the only male Witch in the world!

Jiang Jiuqing is the princess of a vanquished nation. No one knows her extreme cleverness hidden under her ordinary skin——she also doesn’t want others to know either. Staying out of things is her manner towards handling affairs, and wanting nothing is the norm in her life. However she has a white moonlight. After not seeing him for many years, he has now completely blackened, causing trouble everywhere——The world’s number one lobbyist, the peerless and magnificent Young Master Ji Yu.

Jiang Jiuqing had always thought that the reason why her white moonlight is a white moonlight is because he has forgotten about her, and will never belong to her. He is her master, and she assists him in lobbying the world. They are just allies, a symbiosis relationship, mutually using each other.

A long, long time later, Ji Yu said——

“This world is frantic and absurd. Malicious people die an ugly death, and the merciless people are sought after. I was never reluctant to leave until I met you.”

There are thousands of people in the world, and thousands of beauties, yet it is only you who can disturb my heart.

Are you ready to fall in love with the smartest and most cold-hearted people in the world?

The calm and cool-headed princess of a vanquished nation x the ruthless and revengeful number one lobbyist.

Male and female leads are both very strong, white cuts black.

“White cuts black” = someone who looks very gentle on the outside, but in fact, is actually very ruthless and two-faced

- Description from Novelupdates

Cultivating immortality was too hard, with no Spiritual Root, Wang Ba accepted his lot in life.

He chose to join a Sect, becoming a servant in charge of raising chickens.

But the moment he touched a chicken, he realized that his path to immortality might be a little different!

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.