After Faking My Death, the Mad Tyrant Went Crazy Over My Mini-Me

[Historical romance; both leads are virgins; she runs away while pregnant; groveling pursuit; her body fragrance is the key to his cure]

“Rourou, I hurt. Make the pain go away…”

Night had fallen. In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the all-powerful tyrant Xiao Jin's eyes were bloodshot as he gripped the woman's slender waist, greedily breathing in the life-saving fragrance at her neck.

Everyone knew that Xiao Jin was a madman who killed without blinking. Only Wen Ruan was his medicine, the one addiction he had in the endless purgatory of his life.

She thought it was only a transaction: she would offer herself to the demon and cure his madness, and he would spare her family.

On their wedding day, a fire consumed her bridal robes and phoenix crown. She left behind a “charred corpse,” fled with their child in her womb, and vanished without a trace.

That night, the tyrant held her “corpse” and went completely mad, his hair turning white in a single night.

Three years later, in the misty rain of Jiangnan.

Wen Ruan thought she had finally found a peaceful life, until the silver-haired man appeared at her door like a ghost.

He looked at the two adorable children in the courtyard, a boy and a girl who looked just like him, and madness nearly spilled from his eyes.

Xiao Jin backed her into a corner, step by step. His icy fingertips brushed her trembling lips as he spoke in a hoarse, dangerous voice:

“Madam Su, why do these two children look exactly like me?”

“This time, even if I have to break your legs, I'll lock you to the imperial bed for all eternity.”

Later, someone saw the once-arrogant emperor kneeling humbly at the hem of the empress's skirt, trembling as he pleaded, “Rourou, I'll give you my entire empire. Please don't leave me…”