The Mad Emperor's White Moonlight

My next update will be "Evil Begets Evil," featuring a vindictive, black-hearted sweetheart who acts innocent VS a gentle, fatherly older top. The blurb is below. Please add it to your collection.

Xie Qingyan was born with a taste for killing, and everyone in the world called him a tyrant.

In the ninth year of Yongzhao, the crown prince raised an army and stormed the palace. Xie Qingyan died that very day.

But no one knew the true reason for Xie Qingyan's death. On the day of the coup, he went alone to a lonely grave. Two names were carved into the tombstone: Xie Qingyan and Li Zhao.

When the new emperor ascended the throne, Xie Qingyan took his own life, embracing the bones in the grave.

Seventeen was an orphan Xie Qingyan had picked up on a whim, and one of his secret guards. He was there on the day Xie Qingyan killed himself. He guarded the double grave, too, and died of illness the following year.

Seventeen never imagined he would get another chance to open his eyes.

He returned to the past and became Li Zhao, the great general's son, the person Xie Qingyan could never forget.

At that time, Xie Qingyan was only one year old.

When Li Zhao was five, he accompanied his father to the palace and saw this world's Xie Qingyan for the first time, in the Cold Palace.

The boy looked at him with lifeless eyes.

Li Zhao saved the young Xie Qingyan. Watching the child he had raised grow up so sweet and considerate, he was quite pleased with his parenting skills.

That was when Xie Qingyan dropped his mask. He was dark and deranged, consumed by a vicious desire to keep Li Zhao all to himself...

After his maternal family rebelled, Xie Qingyan's mother hanged herself, and he was thrown into the Cold Palace, where he suffered endless humiliation.

Then one day, that person appeared like a ray of light.

Li Zhao was the moon in the heavens, while he was mud on the ground. He hated that the moon hung so high, shining on everyone instead of only him. He carefully hid his shameful thoughts in the darkest corner of his heart.

1. This story features: a patient, scheming, fallen prince VS the spirited youngest son of a general's household

A deranged emperor VS a loyal secret guard

A deranged prince VS a great general

These are all the same two protagonists. The top lives two lifetimes, and the sweetheart lives three.

2. I'm terrible at political intrigue. The plot is all in service of the romance.

3. The crown prince is not Xie Qingyan's biological son. One-on-one romance, both leads are pure.

Another plug for my upcoming novel, "Evil Begets Evil"

A vindictive, black-hearted sweetheart who acts innocent VS a gentle, fatherly older top

1.

The biggest piece of gossip among A City's elite lately is that the identity of the man with the Fu family's head is a mystery.

Chen Yu, who had heard the rumor, was sprawled on Fu Nanming, tracing circles over his body with one finger. "Aren't you going to clear things up?"

Fu Nanming caught his wandering hand and kissed it. "Clear up what? Isn't it true?"

Chen Yu said, "Aren't you afraid people will mock you over this?"

Fu Nanming laughed. "Would anyone dare?"

2.

It had been a long time since anyone had seen the head of the Fu family with that man.

Mockery soon filled the air. They said Chen Yu was getting above himself, a sparrow dreaming of becoming a phoenix.

But in fact, Fu Nanming was the one who had been dumped.

A flicker of mockery passed through Chen Yu's eyes. "I thought we were just using each other. Don't tell me you've fallen for me?"

Fu Nanming could only laugh at himself. He had actually fallen for a wet-behind-the-ears kid.

3.

Someone spotted that man on a cruise ship again, at the side of another big shot, Huo Xiaoye.

They couldn't help admiring his tricks, but Huo Xiaoye was nothing like Fu Nanming. He was vicious and ruthless, practically a criminal beyond the law.

"Chen Yu, how many lives do you think you have, picking a fight with Huo Xiaoye?!" Fu Nanming grabbed Chen Yu's wrist, furious enough to feel it in his liver.

"Mr. Fu, it seems we have nothing to do with each other anymore." Chen Yu coldly shook off Fu Nanming's hand. "So who I follow and what I do have nothing to do with you."

Theme: My love for you will always burn bright.