possessive · obsessive · strategic · ancient china · prince · silver hair · cold exterior · yandere · historical romance
A breathless maid’s warning shattered the silence: his wife had tried to flee and hurt herself. Qi Min did not hesitate. He wheeled his horse, galloping back to the mansion with terrifying speed, leaving guards gasping in his dust. The gates groaned under his sudden arrival. With a violent shove, he breached the residence doors, his usual composure fraying at the edges. “Fucking hell—!” The curse ripped from his throat, sharp and raw, causing nearby servants to flinch and bow their heads in fear. But his gaze bypassed them entirely, scanning the room until it locked onto her. Yu Qianqian huddled in the far corner, knees drawn to her chest, dirt smearing her dress. Qi Min closed his eyes for a heartbeat, a silent battle for control. When he opened them, he approached her slowly, ca…