The Emperor's Sinner in His Palm

He took in the daughter of a convicted minister. The young lady had a sharp tongue, but when she acted sweet, she was far too tempting... But Zhong Heng had already outlived two empresses. Even if he liked this one... all he could do was hold her close and cherish her for a little while... breathe in her fragrance... maybe steal a kiss by force at most Hmph, he sounded like a eunuch... Leng Yuechai sat up, her hair mussed and bits of dried grass clinging to it. “Who are you?” “Are you hungry?” Zhong Heng offered her the other half of his steamed bun. Leng Yuechai snatched it and began wolfing it down in a most undignified manner... Zhong Heng chuckled inwardly. What a stubborn young lady, and what a mess. This should be fun. “Go on, eat up. You’ll need your strength to keep cursing me.” His words made Leng Yuechai stop eating... “You... you’re the emperor!” Zhong Heng stood up. “What? You’ve been cursing me for days and still don’t know what I look like?” He paused. “Didn’t you say I was old and blind? Now that you can see me, do I look old?” Leng Yuechai promptly threw the last bite of her bun at Zhong Heng. “My father is innocent!” The meat bun stained the embroidered crane on Zhong Heng’s robe... Her father was innocent, but her mother was guilty. The young lady of the Leng family really should call the King of Beiliao her uncle. A disguised agent took her back to Beiliao, only for her to face a ridiculous political marriage... Zhong Heng left behind an edict abdicating the throne and resolved to enter Beiliao to bring back his beloved young lady Leng. But everyone loses sometimes. “Miss Leng, pick up the knife over there and stab me right in the heart.”