Powerful, overbearing patriarch x sweet, seemingly innocent beauty with a vicious streak
1
Ying Zhaoxue is a renowned beauty of the Phoenix Clan. She married the most gifted disciple of a great sect and never suffered a day of hardship growing up.
Unfortunately, her husband died young, and she willingly became a widow for her short-lived love.
After sustaining a near-fatal injury, she falls into the mortal realm and lands in the arms of a man wearing an imperial robe.
But... why does he look so much like the husband she can't stop thinking about?
The new emperor ascends the throne, and the capital of Jingluo is swept up in political turmoil.
Rumor has it this tyrant came from humble beginnings, rules with an iron fist, and is as unpredictable as the weather.
The former dynasty's ministers secretly hire assassins, waiting to strike during the imperial temple ceremony.
Who could have expected a flash of golden light to fill the hall, followed by a figure dropping from the sky?
The person looks up, and the whole hall is brightened by a beauty fair as snow.
The beauty carefully hides the feather that's gotten dirty.
That was close! I almost revealed my true form! ●▽●
2
The tyrant is cold and ruthless, and has always trusted only the blade in his own hand.
...But this assassin feels strangely soft and fluffy.
So he makes the assassin his imperial consort and tests him day and night.
Attendant: “The consort accidentally blew up the imperial kitchen today. He's asking what we'll have for dinner.”
Tyrant: “?” He looks at the little bird sprawled out like a pancake.
Right. What should they eat?
Attendant: “The consort went to a banquet at the Chancellor's residence today. Chancellor Cui's life or death is unknown!”
Tyrant: “...” He thinks of the little bird hopping around.
Then he's dead.
And somehow, before he knew it, it had turned into...
Tyrant: “Have you found out who he is? Where he lives, his age, whether he's married?”
Attendant: ...We haven't found anything.
Tyrant: “Useless.”
What is love? Perhaps everything has its match.
Attendant: “The consort today, ”
Tyrant cuts him off: “I know.”
Attendant: . I walked into the wrong room and ended up in the emperor's bed.
3
In the past, the emperor cared only for the realm. He despised false affection, scheming, and manipulation more than anything. He never imagined that one day, he would...
Offer up delicacies, jewels and fine silks, even his vast empire,
just to beg for a single glance in return.
That night, red candles flickered. The tyrant seized the ankle adorned with a jade bell. “Who is the person you've been looking for all this time?”
Then, as if gritting his teeth, he said, “Look at me. Am I not good enough? Don't you like my face best?”
Ying Zhaoxue's dark hair slipped over one shoulder. His eyes were clear as autumn waters. “...But you are my husband.”
Oh! My cultivation's back. Hooray!
Wait, no... this is... too much! QAQ
Husband, stop being jealous of yourself! My waist... can't take any more!
Reading guide:
0. One-on-one romance from beginning to end! The characters' circumstances will vary at different points in time!
1. A sweet romantic comedy with kindergarten-level court intrigue. Everything in the plot is there to set up the romance!
2. Two protagonists.
3. Fantasy setting with an invented world.
Blurb archived on 2026.2.10
Also, here's a forthcoming novel: It's Time to Reach the Pinnacle of Power!
Le Jiushao studied hard for ten years and finally got into the capital.
To his surprise, at the Qionglin Banquet, an examiner with a full head of white hair suddenly hugged him and burst into tears.
Could it be that he's an exceptionally gifted statesman, and his mentor thinks especially highly of him?
Le Jiushao excitedly visits him, only to discover that he's the long-lost biological son of the chief minister.
Eighteen years in, after working himself to the bone for half his life, he finally remembers that he's transmigrated into a harem novel where everyone falls for the protagonist.
But the protagonist isn't him!
The role he's been handed is that of a vicious antagonist who uses the tyrant's favor to throw his weight around, stir up political turmoil, and wield immense power while doing every manner of evil. He's always competing with the protagonist and getting jealous over his love interests, until he commits a grave crime and is exiled
How ridiculous! Am I not a genius? What kind of outdated plot is this? Can't I just throw away the script and quit?
Le Jiushao turns down the chief minister's offer and chooses the simplest way to break free of the plot.
He'll avoid romance and become a heartless worker.
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Fifth Prince Xiao Xingmian has won countless battles and is cold and ruthless. He rises at three in the morning and goes to bed at five, taking great rulers throughout history as his role models. He often wonders why his subordinates can't match his work to the same degree of precision, and why their efficiency is so low.
Until one day, overwork makes him faint. When he wakes, his cleverest and most promising subordinate is performing textbook CPR on him.
He's just finished compressing the chest muscles Xiao Xingmian worked so hard to build, and now he's doing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
Xiao Xingmian tries to steady his breathing. “...Prosperity... civility.”
Le Jiushao: “Harmony.”
Xiao Xingmian: “My dear minister.”
Le Jiushao: “Your Highness, let go of my mouth first. It's hard to work like this.”
Le Jiushao: “...”
He thinks something just poked him!
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If they're from the same world, this'll be easy.
Le Jiushao rises through the ranks, helps Xiao Xingmian seize the throne, and becomes the new emperor's favorite.
At first, he thinks he's found a rare, excellent boss. Then one night, after they work together until late, his boss pours him several cups of wine instead of tea to thank him for his years of companionship.
That night, amid red candles and tears, the supposedly heartless Lord Le is kissed again and again until he weeps.
The next morning, Le Jiushao pushes away the arm wrapped around his waist and calmly drafts the ceremony for his coronation as empress.
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Everyone says Lord Le is a rare and upright official. He's impartial even toward his own relatives, and dares to beat a drum outside the court at midnight to clear the names of innocent people
No one knows that this is only a delaying tactic.
There's someone in the imperial bedchamber who keeps him from reaching the pinnacle of power.
The emperor massages Lord Le's aching waist after he's worked too hard. “? How am I keeping you from it? I don't see how.”
Theme: The moon once shone on me
