Domineering, overpowered male lead x naturally dark, beautiful rich girl
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Ying Zhaoxue was a famous beauty throughout the Phoenix Clan. Unfortunately, her husband had died young, and she had willingly become a widow for her short-lived spouse.
One day, gravely wounded and on the brink of death, she fell into the mortal realm and landed in the arms of a man wearing an imperial robe.
But... why does this person look so much like the husband I've been longing for?
The new emperor ascended the throne, and the capital was swept up in political turmoil.
Rumor had it that this tyrant came from humble origins, wielded an iron fist, and was as unpredictable as the weather.
The former dynasty's officials had secretly hired assassins, waiting to strike during the emperor's ancestral rites.
But then golden light flashed across the hall, and a figure descended from the sky.
The person looked up, and the entire hall bloomed with the beauty of snow and flowers.
The beauty carefully tucked away a feather dusted with ash.
That was close! I almost gave away my true form! ●▽●
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The tyrant was cold and ruthless, and trusted only the blade in his own hand.
...But this assassin felt surprisingly soft and fluffy.
So he made the person his consort and tested him day and night.
Attendant: "The consort accidentally blew up the imperial kitchen today, and now he's asking what we're having for dinner."
Tyrant: "?" He looked at the tiny bird flattened into a little bird cake.
Right. What should we eat?
Attendant: "The consort went to a banquet at the prime minister's residence today. Prime Minister Cui's life or death is unknown!"
Tyrant: "..." He thought of the little bird hopping around.
Then he's dead.
And then, before he knew it, things had become...
Tyrant: "Have you found out who he really is? Where does he live? What's his background? Is he married?"
Attendant: "...We haven't found anything."
Tyrant: "Useless."
What is love, if not one thing bringing another to heel?
Attendant: "The consort today, "
The tyrant cut him off. "I know."
Attendant: . Walked into the wrong room and ended up in the imperial bed
3
Once, the emperor cared only for his empire. He loathed false affection and scheming above all else. He never imagined that one day he would give up
rare delicacies, jewels and fine silks, even the vast empire stretching thousands of miles,
all in exchange for a single glance from the one he loved.
That night, red candles flickered. The tyrant caught the ankle that had become one with a jade bell. "Who is the person you've been looking for all this time?"
Then, as though gritting his teeth, he said, "Look at me. Am I not good enough? Don't you like this face best?"
Ying Zhaoxue's dark hair spilled loosely over one shoulder. Her eyes were clear as autumn waters. "...But you are my husband."
Oh, my cultivation is back. Yay!
Wait, no... I think I restored a little too much! QAQ
Husband, stop getting jealous of yourself! My waist... can't take any more!
Reading guide:
0. One-on-one romance from start to finish! The characters will just be in different states at different points in time.
1. Everything in the story is there to serve the romance.
2. Two main characters.
3. Xianxia setting, with all the details entirely fictional.
Blurb archived February 10, 2026
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After ten years of hard study, Le Jiushao finally passed the imperial examinations and made it to 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?! Was he a rare talent destined to govern the world, and had his mentor taken a special interest in him?
Le Jiushao excitedly went to pay him a visit, only to discover that he was actually the true son who had been lost by the Chief Councillor's family.
For eighteen years, he had worked himself to the bone before finally remembering that he had been transmigrated into a harem novel.
And he wasn't the protagonist!
The role he'd been given was that of a villain who rode the tyrant's favor to throw his weight around, stir up political turmoil, and wield power with impunity. He was utterly wicked, constantly competing with the protagonist and picking fights over love, until he finally committed a grave crime and was exiled.
What nonsense! Wasn't I supposed to be a genius? What kind of old-fashioned plot is this? Can I throw away the script and quit?
Le Jiushao rejected the Chief Councillor's offer and chose the simplest way to escape the plot.
No romance. He'd be a heartless worker.
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Fifth Prince Xiao Xingmian had won countless military victories and was cold and ruthless. He rose at three in the morning and went to bed at five, taking famous rulers from all of history as his role models. He often wondered why his subordinates couldn't match his level of precision, and why their work efficiency was so underwhelming.
Until one day, he collapsed from overwork. When he awoke, he saw his smartest and most trusted subordinate performing CPR by the book.
The subordinate had finished pressing on his carefully trained pectoral muscles and was now giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
Xiao Xingmian tried to breathe calmly. "...Prosperity... civility."
Le Jiushao: "Harmony."
Xiao Xingmian: "My dear minister."
Le Jiushao: "Your Highness, please let go of my mouth first. This is inconvenient."
Le Jiushao: "..."
He felt something pressing against him!
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Since they were both from the same world, it would be easy to work together.
Le Jiushao rose rapidly through the ranks, earned great merit by helping Xiao Xingmian claim the throne, and became the new emperor's favorite.
At first, he thought he had found an exceptionally good boss. Then one night, after they had worked late into the night and shared a warm rapport as ruler and minister, his good boss suddenly replaced the tea with wine and toasted him several times, thanking him for his years of companionship.
After a night of passionate kisses and many tears, the supposedly heartless Lord Le was left sobbing.
The next morning, Le Jiushao pushed away the arm wrapped around his waist and calmly began drafting the wedding arrangements for the empress.
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Everyone says Lord Le is a rare and upright official. He is impartial even toward his own family, and he dares to beat the courthouse drum in the middle of the night to overturn the wrongful conviction of an innocent commoner.
Nobody knows that it's all a delaying tactic.
There's just someone in the imperial bedchamber who is getting in the way of Lord Le reaching the pinnacle of power.
The emperor, massaging Lord Le's back after all his overwork: "? Am I getting in the way? I don't feel like I am."
Theme: The bright moon once shone on me
