Captured on My Wedding Night, the Tyrant Kneels to Pamper Me Every Day

She shot an arrow that could pierce the clouds. It missed the doe, but struck his heart. At the time, she was the exalted Princess of Chaoge, proud and noble, used to having her every word obeyed. He was a shy young novice at Longxi Temple, spending his days reciting sutras and practicing martial arts, bathing in the coldest stream water. Just because she had looked at him once in a crowd, her general consort burned Longxi Temple to the ground. So, on the night of Princess Chaoge’s wedding, her general consort nearly died beneath a rain of arrows. The princess was captured and caged, becoming his prisoner on her wedding night. He humiliated and bullied her day after day, driven by a blood feud. To him, she was the daughter of his enemy, a femme fatale, a demon consort who would bring ruin to the nation and tempt him astray. After spending several years in the vast Ziyang Palace, where everyone condemned her, she could endure no more and plotted her escape. The tyrant pursued her for a thousand miles. In the dead of night, he knelt at her feet, tugged at her sleeve, and pleaded, “Feifei, please, come home with me...”