On the Night of the Political Marriage, I Conceived the Tyrant Emperor’s Child

(A scheming princess of a fallen kingdom bent on revenge vs. a tyrant who is deranged at first and devoted later)

With her kingdom fallen and her family dead, Princess Changning is forced into a political marriage with the tyrant of the Northern Kingdom, the man who slaughtered her entire family.

In her previous life, she hid a dagger, hoping they would die together. But he ran her through the heart with his sword, and she died with her eyes open.

Reborn, she gazes at her breathtaking reflection in the bronze mirror and tosses the dagger to the ground.

Kill him? That would be letting him off too easily.

She will destroy his heart instead.

In the wedding tent, the man's bloodshot eyes brim with murderous rage. “What, no begging for mercy or trying to kill yourself anymore?”

Changning rises onto her toes and loops her arms around his neck, breathing softly in his ear. “If you kill me, Your Majesty, who will give you an heir?”

Everyone assumes the fallen princess won't survive three days.

But later, the tyrant dismisses his entire harem for her, rolls up his sleeves to cook for her, and even places the imperial seal in her hands.

“Sweet Ning, if it makes you happy, the empire can bear your surname.”

“Get lost.” Changning rubs her increasingly rounded belly and kicks him away. “Don't interrupt me while I'm giving the baby prenatal lessons.”

The tyrant laughs instead of getting angry and wraps his arms around her legs. “My lady, today's lesson is over. Now it's my turn.”