[Possessive pursuit | Father dies, son inherits | 100,000 words already written] Honest man VS wicked man
A great ruler suddenly died. Before his death, he arranged for his trusted aide to hide away his favorite consort.
Outside the palace, iron hooves shook the earth. Prince Qi Tuoba Shao appeared like a god of war, surrounding the palace with his troops. The valiant young lord entered the hall in armor, making no effort to hide his gaze as he looked at the grieving woman.
Her plain clothes could not conceal her otherworldly beauty. Tears still glistened at the corners of her eyes.
Ever since being banished to the old capital, he had been unable to forget her. Father dies, son inherits: it was only right and proper.
He closed in and cornered her, finally making her look at him.
His gaze was dark. “I will take my father's place and care for you.”
She was so frightened she was on the verge of tears.
From then on, she was the Emperor's cherished captive, confined to the inner palace.
*
After the storm had passed, Tuoba Shao grumbled, “You kept a token from him in secret, and you still have the nerve to cry? If not for my father, I would have been your husband long ago.”
With tears streaking her face, Ji Liao said, “I only wanted to pay my respects to him.”
He scoffed, stroking her slightly rounded belly. As he listened to her stifled sobs, all he could think of was how she had let his father take her!
“Show me you're sincere.”
“For example, give me another little brother to lay to rest by his tomb.”
Later, on the day Ji Liao abandoned him in the frigid river, Tuoba Shao finally regretted it.
He should have taken her into his bed while his father was still alive.
Notes:
1. The female lead has had previous partners; the male lead has not.
2. After meeting the female lead, the late Emperor was faithful to her.
3. There are other male characters who have some intimacy with the female lead.
4. The female lead must shed her former identity, and the Emperor must die, before the leads' romance can begin.
Core message: Though battered by a thousand blows, remain steadfast, no matter which way the wind blows
