[Faithful to each other + Sweet romance + Both reborn + Everyday life as they grow together + Adored imperial consort + A cold-blooded, supposedly sane, mad emperor who dotes on her alone]
Sang Wanfu was reborn, back to the day before she entered the Great Jing as a bride sent to cement an alliance.
In her previous life, Li Yulin had cared for and cherished her in every way. But she had lacked a sense of security since childhood, and with people around her sowing discord, she had never dared to fully trust the emperor's love.
Only after she was separated from Li Yulin's protection and killed, and the emperor died for love, did she realize how deeply he had loved her.
This time, she would not let Li Yulin's love go to waste. She would make those who had incited her pay.
Li Yulin was a tyrant feared throughout the border kingdoms, a once-in-a-generation genius at governing a country. He worked tirelessly to strengthen the realm, yet was cruel and bloodthirsty by nature. Cold from birth, he regarded all living beings as ants, and no one dared approach him.
The Kingdom of Yannan sent him an unwanted princess for a political marriage, a girl who had suffered abuse and could barely take two steps without gasping for breath. Yet her face was so radiant and bewitching it was impossible to look away.
The ministers all submitted petitions, claiming that Yannan was insulting Great Jing by sending them an unwanted, sickly princess.
Li Yulin drew his sword and cut down the protesting officials with a single blow.
At their first meeting, a soft, pitiful little bundle threw herself into his arms. She was terrified, trembling all over, yet raised her misty eyes to him and called out in a timid, sweet voice, "Husband~"
He looked up, saw the bruises on Sang Wanfu, and ordered all the envoys killed. He treated her even more gently than he had in their previous life.
He searched the realm for renowned doctors to help restore her health.
She could climb onto the dragon throne whenever she wanted and throw the imperial seal whenever she pleased.
For her sake, even the tyrant killed less often. He was afraid of frightening the little one. Everyone said the spoiled kitten had put a leash on the mad dog.
When Sang Wanfu had nightmares, the emperor held her and softly comforted her again and again.
When Sang Wanfu was ill and had to take medicine, the emperor wanted to bring her every treasure in the world just to get her to drink one more sip.
She only sneaked back to visit her mother, but the emperor thought she was trying to escape and completely lost his mind. He could barely suppress the violence inside him, as an overwhelming possessiveness drove his obsessive desire: "Fu Fu, you can only stay by my side for the rest of your life."
From their very first meeting, he had wanted to carve his mark deep into his darling's skin.
In this life or the last, Sang Wanfu's body and heart could belong to him alone.
The chains clinked and rattled. For half a month, she woke tired, then slept when she was tired. The little beauty kicked at him, but he firmly caught her by the ankle and pinned her leg across his lap.
His voice low, he bent over her like a caged beast, putting on a pitiful tone. "Fu Fu, touch me."
In this life, Fu Fu liked gentle men, so he could pretend to be a gentle, noble ruler for the rest of his life.
Theme: Those who are loved can afford to be bold
