The Mad Emperor Insists on Defying His Superiors

A deep-hearted, violent emperor X a cool-headed, resilient beauty. Strong male lead, weak female lead. A classic transmigration romance. Forced love + brothers vying for power + three men competing for one woman + a powerful man humbly begging for love + a long road to winning her back + both virginal + some angst Yan Qing transmigrates to ancient times. She thinks she has accidentally stumbled into the imperial household, but it turns out to be fate. Since ancient times, whoever wins the Divine Maiden wins the realm. The Divine Maiden belongs by the emperor’s side. But what if the emperor murders his own father and fights his brothers for the throne, leaving the people devastated and the land in ruins? Is she a Divine Maiden, or a demoness? The emperor on the Golden Throne has long coveted her. Yan Qing despises his tyranny and flees. When they meet again three years later, his black hair has turned white as snow. He says, “I love you more than the throne. I seized the realm for you, and I’d give it up for you, too.” Is this fate, or a curse? * “As long as you don’t leave me, I’ll give you anything you want.” The beauty smiles. “I want your realm and your throne. Would you give me those, too?” The history books record that in the third year of Tian Ning, Emperor Shenzong of Da Liang, Zong Zheng Fayuan, abdicated in favor of Empress Yan. Opponents on the court were drowned in blood. A month later, the empress returned the throne to the emperor and publicly cursed and beat Emperor Shenzong. Instead of growing angry, the emperor laughed and found it delightful. * The beauty plants her jade foot on the emperor’s chest, her expression fierce and coquettish. “From today on, my status is higher than yours. Understand?” Lying on the carpet, the emperor takes the chance to steal a kiss on the back of her foot, looking every bit the servant. “Understood! From today on, you’re on top and I’m beneath you. But I insist on defying the hierarchy.” * In Guangyi Palace, red gauze curtains drift as soft whispers and murmurs fill the air, and they lose themselves in passion. “I have fallen at your feet, my beloved…”