The Long Story of Being an Imperial Aunt

Wei Yan transmigrated, and even brought along a stunningly beautiful face. Unfortunately, her job was no good: she was the unloved primary wife of Li Yunzhao, the Prince Jin, making her his imperial aunt by marriage. Prince Jin Li Yunzhao's household was full of concubines and children. Though he was only twenty-five or twenty-six, a whole bunch of kids were already calling him Father. His family was flourishing splendidly. One day, Wei Yan discovered that none of those children were Li Yunzhao's biological offspring! But the foolish Prince Jin didn't know, and treated every one of them as his own, the very picture of a loving father. Well, this is what they mean when they say a noble household is a sea of trouble. I'm down on my knees. Prince Jin Li Yunzhao was often mocked and bullied. Wei Yan, the princess consort who had been forced to marry him, felt no affection for him, and had never once looked him in the eye. Until the day she was so startled that she fell to her knees before him. After stammering for a long while, she finally said, "...Husband." Her bright eyes shimmered, and her slender waist was graceful. Li Yunzhao's heart stopped. Heaven knew how many sleepless nights he had waited for her to call him "Husband." Wei Yan followed Li Yunzhao all the way from being his imperial aunt to becoming Empress. Still young, she was already surrounded by children and grandchildren. What a fortunate life. Until the Emperor started spending every day in her palace, muttering, "My greatest sorrow is having no children of my own." Holy crap. If he hadn't said it, she never would have realized that this fool was even better at putting on an act than she was. Reading notes: 1. Both the male and female leads are master actors, an award-winning actor and actress pairing. One-on-one romance. 2. Set in an imaginary version of the middle to late Tang dynasty. No need to nitpick historical details. Next novel coming soon: Soft as Jade, Lovely as a Flower Xu Qinghan, the legitimate daughter of a prestigious family, is timid by nature and famous as a beautiful wooden doll. General Xiao Yi is most afraid of clever women. He wants to marry her because she's a legitimate daughter of a noble family and easy to control. He plans to bring her home as a mere ornament. Why care whom he marries? The most important thing is that she knows her place. Xiao Yi came from humble beginnings, while Xu Qinghan willingly marries beneath her station. What she values, naturally, is the position of General's wife. Why care whom she marries? Wealth and status are what matter. One is falsely flattering him: "The great general is so valiant. Who wouldn't admire him?" The other smiles with a knife behind his back: "Miss Xu is gentle and virtuous. I like her very much." When Xu Qinghan was young, she accompanied her family on their migration south. At a pass, officials were searching for escaped slaves, and a young man was trapped. She lashed his back with her whip. "You wretched slave, stop dawdling and move!" That one lash nearly killed the boy. After he woke up, he made things difficult for her at every turn, treating her with nothing but contempt and calling her a "witch." The two of them were bitter enemies back then. When they meet again on their wedding night, fate brings the enemies together, and they both recognize each other. One sobers up in an instant. "Witch, Xu the Wooden Doll, huh?" The other is plunged into despair. "You wretched slave... General?" Xiao Yi: I married her... Xu Qinghan: I'm in his hands... Both think they're doomed. A little scene: One day, Xu Qinghan holds a riding crop and offers her jade-white, delicate shoulder to Xiao Yi. "General, if you're still angry, why don't you give me a lash too, to get it out of your system?" Soft as jade, lovely as a flower. Xiao Yi feels his body grow hot at the sight of her. Suddenly, the crude jokes he'd heard from the rough men in the military camp years ago come to mind. He narrows his eyes and smiles. "No need for that." Theme: Stay humble and patient, and keep your talents concealed.