The Emperor’s Late Wife Is Actually Me?

[Cool, frail censor x stern older emperor] Everyone is wicked + a woman disguises herself as a man to enter the court and seek revenge + the emperor’s substitute turns out to be his beloved deceased wife + both secret identities are exposed + the emperor grovels to win his wife back + a man in power bows his head for love One-line summary: The entire court wants to execute me, a depraved minister who loves men, but I’m actually the emperor’s beloved, unattainable dead wife! [Blurb] When Xie Heng woke up, she discovered she was nailed inside a coffin. The good news: She wasn’t dead. The bad news: The man who buried her was the husband who had raised her, the man who had held her corpse for three days and nights, put silk stockings on her, and dressed her in her wedding gown. Worse still, by the time she crawled out of her grave to take revenge, her former husband had ascended the throne. He had also brought her, disguised as a man, back from the border and appointed her censor, keeping her in the palace as a “substitute.” The emperor: “Censor Su’s eyes look exactly like my late wife’s.” Xie Heng: …Is it possible that your late wife herself is handing you a death sentence? She climbed out of her grave, took the name Su Heng, changed her appearance, and entered the court as an official. There, she issued a “Death Warrant” against the entire court, using her position as censor to behead corrupt officials, eliminate the powerful, and execute traitors. A murder in a snowy forest, a head hung from the city wall, a corpse displayed at a temple, stone statues in a cave: each unsolved case shook the court, and twelve high-ranking ministers died one after another. The court was in an uproar, and the officials knelt before the palace gates, demanding her execution. The emperor stubbornly protected her, dismissing his consorts, placing the empress dowager under house arrest, and rejecting 130 memorials. The entire court cried out in despair: “The emperor has gone mad! He’s in love with a man!” Later, she drove a dagger into his heart. But he seized the blade with his bare hand, eyes red and voice trembling as he whispered: “Heng’er, I’ve been summoning your spirit for so long… Have you really come back to me this time?” So, should she stab him or not? Coming soon: “The Young Lady Keeps Trying to Flirt with Me?” Beautiful, brilliant, and radiant young heiress x cool, calculating mastermind with a deceptively innocent face [Blurb] Lingfeng hired an intern assistant. He was nineteen, 187 centimeters tall, a university student from a prestigious school, and from a poor family. With his black hair, white shirt, suit pants, and cool demeanor, he instantly captured Zhou Si’s heart. The thing Zhou Si did best in life was bully him. She made him sleep on the floor when they worked overtime, had him drag her suitcase on late-night flights, and expected him to do the laundry and cooking whenever she called. “Pick me up in ten minutes.” “Zheng Yu, make me dinner.” “Zheng Yu, redo the proposal for the seventeenth time!” “Zheng Yu, let me feel your abs.” Zhou Si lounged in a face mask, squeezing every bit of labor out of him while enjoying the look of restrained frustration on Zheng Yu’s face. She even raised an eyebrow and announced, “Rule number one for Lingfeng executive assistants: Always be available. If you don’t like it, get lost.” After all, she was a capitalist. She loved being an awful person. * Zheng Yu put up with it. He wasn’t there for an internship. He was there to acquire the company. The old man had declared that his seven sons would fight for control, and whoever managed to “acquire” Lingfeng would become the sole heir to the family group. He’d entered the game for power alone, intending to close the deal and kick her out as soon as possible. But this young lady was just too much. She wanted him to pick her up after work, do her laundry, and carry her whenever she got tired, treating him like her personal butler around the clock. Worse, she shamelessly flirted with him, trying to seduce him into sleeping with her. She sat on his lap to discuss reports, squeezed into one tent with him while camping, and always had to touch his abs before she could sleep. He’d deal with her sooner or later! When he first joined Lingfeng in the spring, he looked down on this spoiled capitalist heiress. In summer, she annoyed him. By autumn, hearing her call his name gave him a headache. Then, one night, Lingfeng collapsed, and she vanished without a trace. Snow fell endlessly over Beijing. He rose to the top and gained everything he could want, gazing down at the desolate streets stretching ten li through the winter night. Her figure was nowhere to be seen. He loved her. Theme: Walking alone through the dark, with a light in your heart.