After Her Rebirth, Your Majesty Opened Her Harem

Xihe Emperor Feng Qingjue overturned the case of the husband-choosing banquet as soon as he opened his eyes. He held a dagger to kill his fate, but got involved in a complicated love debt. The unfavored eldest son ran over the bloody mark on her wrist, with a smile on his pale lips: "If Your Highness dies, my servants will cut out your heart, wrap it in gold foil, and offer it in front of the mausoleum." In his previous life, his obsession with dying for love and falling into a coffin was now immersed in the cinnabar-like red under his eyes. During a secret visit to the prince's palace in a neighboring country, the determined figure who leapt from the city wall in his previous life made every effort to stay by her side. His hands that held the sword and drew the bow in the previous life only wanted to play the piano for her in this life, and the sound of the piano trembled with unfinished regrets - those who did not catch it back then will be surrounded by obsession in this life. The childhood sweetheart cracked his whip and splashed sawdust, and the glass hairpin he casually used to coax him reflected the look of fried hair: "If you don't marry me, I will steal all your lychee paste!" The former little dumpling has become a proud peacock with a gold whip wrapped around his waist. His tail feathers swept the military book on the desk: "Don't always read these broken words, look at me!" Under the moonlight, the medicine cup was full of hot air, and her childhood friend kissed the old scar on her palm: "I copied the "Heart Protection Sutra" a thousand times for the whiplash that Ah Jue suffered for me." The candlelight dyed the tips of her ears red, and there was an undercurrent hidden in the tenderness that she had not told in her previous life. At the blessing banquet, the white-haired holy man held her trembling sleeves, and the star birthmark was like a red plum in the snow: "Please have mercy on me, Your Highness..." The fine snow on her eyelashes melted into the spring water in her heart. … The blade of the knife reflected his seventeen-year-old self, and the loneliness in his previous life was gone from his eyes. Feng Qingjue suddenly felt that it would be good to be reborn - instead of seeking death, it would be better to take all these people with regrets from their previous lives into his harem. After all—— The most powerful female in the world, she should be the one to hold the sword in one hand and embrace all the spring beauty of the world with the other hand.