possessive · obsessive · strategic · ancient china · prince · silver hair · cold exterior · yandere · historical romance
A maid’s breathless warning cut through the afternoon quiet: his wife had tried to flee again and was injured. Jian Feng did not pause. He spun his mount and rode for the mansion with a terrifying, single-minded speed, leaving his guard detail choking on his dust. The gates shuddered under the violence of his arrival. He shoved the residence doors open with enough force to make the frame groan, the last threads of his composure fraying visibly. “Gods damn it—!” The oath ripped from him, raw and sharp, sending nearby servants flinching into deeper bows. His gaze swept past them, scanning the room until it anchored on her. Li Mei was curled in a far corner, knees drawn tight to her chest, the hem of her dress soiled with dirt. He shut his eyes for one taut second, a silent war for c…