His Little Empress

The emperor's tender affection is all spent beneath the empress's skirts.

Content warning: The male lead is not a virgin.

A chase-your-wife-to-the-crematorium story.

Also recommended: my completed novel, The Pearl in Her Palm.

Ye Lizhu was a delicate beauty with skin like ice and bones like jade. Yet when she came of age, no one dared come forward to ask for her hand.

Everyone knew that Ye Lizhu was frail and needed someone to support her after just a few steps. Her father, the prime minister, doted on her, so if her husband failed to care for this sickly beauty properly, the ruthless Prime Minister Ye would surely kill him.

Ye Lizhu was fed up, too. Her health grew worse by the day. As she waited quietly for death, a cold and aloof man often wandered around the prime minister's residence.

He was tall and handsome as a celestial being, but terribly cold. Even the way he looked at Ye Lizhu was frightening.

Yet whenever Ye Lizhu came close to him, her frail body recovered a little. If he moved away, she could barely breathe.

Finally, one day, Ye Lizhu cleverly pretended to stumble, hoping to get close to him and stay alive.

Prime Minister Ye, who feared nothing, hurriedly grabbed his daughter and whispered in her ear, "That's the Prince Regent, the Prince of Qin who brought ten thousand soldiers to the capital to intimidate the emperor. Darling, let's find you someone gentler. Don't go after that demon."

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Later, the Prince Regent pulled poor little Lizhu into his arms. "Good girl, come a little closer."

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Only the Prince Regent knew how long he had been in love with this little beauty.

Theme: Growing up and falling in love.