The Tyrant's Amnesiac Sweetheart Is Fooled into Being Coddled Every Night

On the day Great Chu fell, blood ran like a river through the palace grounds.

The most beloved Ninth Princess, Chu Qingmian, leaped from the city tower, shattering every memory of her past.

When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on the dragon bed in the extravagant Weiyang Palace.

Huo Yuan, the new emperor who had seized power and just trampled over the corpses of the royal clan, gently wiped the blood from her cheek with his warm fingertips.

He leaned down and kissed her brow, tender and devout. “Mianmian, I chose you as my empress when we were children. You’ve only been seriously ill.”

Chu Qingmian believed him.

From then on, the tyrant’s harem was little more than an empty shell. Everyone at court knew that the sinister, ruthless new emperor kept a delicate songbird who could not be touched or harmed.

In the palm of his hand, she was spoiled and utterly willful.

Until one day, while searching for her lost jade hairpin, Chu Qingmian accidentally opened a hidden compartment in the imperial study.

Inside lay the extermination order against the Great Chu royal family, along with the final blood-written letters of her father and mother.

And unmistakably stamped at the bottom was the imperial jade seal of her gentle husband.

Outside the door, Huo Yuan stood against the light in his bloodstained dragon robe, his gaze feverish and deranged.

“Mianmian, didn’t we agree never to bring up the past?”