The Fresh-Faced Imperial Consort: His Majesty Is So Delicious

This is a battle of who will eat whom between a cold, calculating emperor and a quick-witted little special agent. One day, the little girl was copying out a sentimental poem from memory: “You were born before I was, and I was born when you were already old... I wish we'd been born at the same time, so I could be with you every day.” Just imagining how dark the emperor's face would turn when he saw it made the corners of her mouth lift like a cat that had stolen a fish. When it came to an older man who was always taking liberties with her, nothing could get under his skin like reminding him of his age. The emperor calmly walked over and read it for a long while. Then he picked up his brush. Li Ruo watched in silence as he changed “every day” to “every night.” Li Ruo: “...” A monologue: Loving an emperor like him, she lost someone dear, suffered imprisonment, and experienced both happiness and heartbreak. After weathering all those storms, her heart had almost grown cold and still. Where would she and he go from here? The author is no good at writing introductions. The story speaks for itself.