The Cool-Headed Female General and the Ailing Prince

I write both romance between men and romance between men and women, so please don't read if that bothers you.

Ning Ye had followed her father to guard the frontier since she was a child. Seven years passed in a flash, and she returned to the capital after a great victory.

The capital no longer favored huadian forehead decorations, and the clothes she used to wear no longer fit. When greeting people, she still instinctively clasped her fists.

She was already over twenty, and her mother and relatives couldn't help worrying about her marriage.

There were so few eligible young men, and a suitable match was hard to find.

That is, until the virtuous Prince who covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed as if he were on his deathbed blocked her way.

“I don't have much time left. If Miss Ning marries me, I'll be dead in just a few years. You won't have a mother-in-law to serve, and the whole enormous prince's residence will be yours alone. Wouldn't that be a comfortable life?”

Ning Ye considered it. Seeing a bright red spot on his handkerchief, she nodded in agreement.

One year, then two.

The sickly prince not only survived, but grew healthier and healthier.

Three years, then four.

The sickly prince not only grew healthier and healthier, but became emperor.

Ning Ye looked at the empress's ceremonial robes presented by the palace attendants and fell silent.

The new emperor strode into the hall with a hearty laugh, wrapped his arms around her, and whispered by her ear, “My empress, hurry and change into your robes, or we'll miss the auspicious hour.”

Back then, the eight-year-old Third Prince was in favor and in excellent health.

While playing outside the palace, he wandered off because of his mischievous nature. Luckily, a delicate, pretty young boy rescued him.

The boy said he was the son of General Ning.

Back at the palace, the Third Prince cried and demanded that General Ning's son become his study companion.

So the next day, Ning Zhou, General Ning's younger son, who wasn't even three yet and still had a runny nose, was brought before him.

Three-year-old Ning Zhou's mouth quivered, and he burst into tears. “Big Sister! I want Big Sister!”

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*One-on-one romance from beginning to end. Note that the female lead cannot have children.

Theme: Together, we can change the world