[Childhood Betrothal + Reborn, Falsely Castrated + Leave an Heir in the Silkworm Room + Extreme Push and Pull + Begging Humly for Her Love + 1v1, Extremely Sweet Mutual Devotion]
"I agree to break off the engagement."
"Nuo'er won't break it off. Nuo'er came to give Brother A-Qing an heir."
Before a nobleman is sentenced to death, this is often done: leaving an heir.
But she was the pampered legitimate daughter of a general's household, while he was no longer the ethereal, elegant legitimate son of a marquis's household, nor the proud top scholar adorned with flowers. He was a prisoner awaiting castration. He was no longer worthy of her bright future.
Candlelight flickered in the prison cell as a forbidden intimacy grew wildly between them.
She ignored the shackles of propriety, crushed his aloofness with a kiss, shed her robes, and embraced him in all his humiliation and wretchedness.
Ashamed of himself, he tried with all his might to hold back, but in the end, he crumbled beneath her soul-corroding seduction, which had crossed the boundaries of reincarnation.
After a night of passionate lovemaking, he held her as she slept and vowed hoarsely, "If there is a next life, I'll bring eight sedan chairs and marry you properly, with all due ceremony. I'll give you a peaceful life."
He didn't know this was already her sixth life.
In the first five, he had risen through bloodshed to become the ruthless, all-powerful Ninth Imperial Uncle. He had obsessively imprisoned her, protected her, and clung to her for a lifetime, but in the end, he could never make up for what they had lost, leaving only the grief of death and regret.
In this life, she was reborn with the memories of her five previous lives, determined only to save him from his fate.
But fate could not be defied. He still clawed his way out of a mountain of corpses and became the sinister, tyrannical Ninth Imperial Uncle who looked down upon the world.
Everyone lamented that the Xu family's noble daughter was imprisoned in his residence, tortured day after day and subjected to endless humiliation.
But no one knew that during the long, endless nights, the decisive Ninth Imperial Uncle would kneel beside the bed, all his violence subdued, and kiss the woman's ankle.
"Nuo'er, your husband knows he was wrong... I'll be gentler next time."
"Please, let your husband have you one more time."
Entangled through six lifetimes, he had been madly obsessed for half his life, and she alone was the salvation he would ever need.
Reader's note: Please see the author's note in Chapter 1 ->
