Thirteen years after Empress Consort Rong Qi died, Xiao Yu finally grew from a puppet emperor into a wise ruler.
He executed corrupt officials, purged the eunuch faction, pursued reforms, and restored order to the court.
He avenged every wrong and settled every score.
But Rong Qi, who used to wait for him in front of the palace holding a lantern, would never return.
The old man Xiao Yu was dead inside. He rejected every beauty and stubbornly kept himself company with his right hand for thirteen years, a practiced skill that was almost heartbreaking.
On the anniversary of his empress consort's death, Xiao Yu offered wine to the moon, laughed and sobbed, and drank until he was dead drunk.
At last, he went mad and roared at the heavens, "You old bastard of a heaven, give me back my Rong Qi!"
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed. Xiao Yu's vision blurred, and Rong Qi was lying quietly in the pavilion, still looking like the boy he had reluctantly let go of thirteen years ago.
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The thirteen-year-old crown prince stared in disbelief. "Wait, you're saying... this is my royal father-consort???"
The fourteen-year-old princess rushed forward. "Father!!!"
The thirty-year-old prince consort collapsed to the ground, sobbing. "Brother!!!"
Pushed off to the side, Xiao Yu roared, "All of you, get out of my way!"
The younger man becomes the older man, and the short-legged little corgi turns into a frantic husky.
The domineering, arrogant emperor to the outside world, but a crybaby and an immature fool at home: my emperor Xiao Yu x Rong Qi, a gentle, devoted husband with a good temper and the skill to bring down a dragon.
An indulgent romance with no plot. The top is doted on by the bottom, and the bottom is everyone's beloved.
Mary Sue, childbirth. Don't nitpick the historical details.
The entire manuscript is complete and will be posted once finished, so feel free to dive in.
