The Bewitching Cat Consort, Cherished in the Emperor's Palm

She was the kitten he had loved more than life in his past life, and the woman he was determined to claim in this one.

Jiang Miao'er, a princess of a fallen kingdom, was offered to the cold and brutal Martial Emperor Xiao Jue as a plaything. Everyone thought she was doomed to die young, but he kept her by his side and spoiled her without restraint.

She was afraid of water, hated carrots, and would zone out at the sound of a bell. In the sunlight, she was as lazy as a cat. He watched her, his gaze growing deeper by the day, and bestowed gifts more astonishing than the last. He even declared imperiously, “I am the law, and she is my law.”

The harem was rife with rivalries and surrounded by poison plots, but he never asked whether she was right or wrong. He always took her side. Until she saved him and, before a crowd of onlookers, revealed her catlike grace. The plum-blossom birthmark on the back of her neck pierced his eyes.

No one knew the secret the Martial Emperor had kept buried in his heart for ten years: he had lost Xue Tuan, the kitten he cherished more than life.

And when she unconsciously murmured the one nickname only he knew, in a soft, catlike voice, “A Jue,” while nestled in his arms, the world of the iron-blooded emperor fell completely out of control.

“Kitten,” he rasped, his scorching lips pressed to the back of her neck, his voice hoarse and possessive. “In our last life, you were my cat. In this one, you can only be my woman.”

From then on, the beauties of the six palaces paled into insignificance, and the emperor stopped attending court in the morning.