I, the Emperor, Am Carrying the Child of My Former Rebel General

[This work has been signed for simplified Chinese publication. My old account was taken down. Please follow this account instead: @YiZhiZhiNing] A son of the Cold Palace, he was raised to the throne by the very person he loved and spent his life as a puppet emperor. Only on the verge of death did he learn that his short life had been nothing but a pawn in a game of power and desire. As the city was about to fall, he slashed the peach-blossom face that had burdened him for half his life. A strip of white silk brought his miserable life to an end. Reborn as a boy, he saw the orphaned son of a rebel general in the Yeyou Court, a child wantonly trampled and humiliated by the sons of noble families. He remembered the ruthless hero from his previous life, covered in blood as he stormed the city gates. Li Yuanmin sighed, quietly led the bruised and battered child back into the palace, and took good care of him. He only hoped to temper the boy’s violent nature and spare the people from more suffering. Years later, the Great General Dingyuan returned to court after pacifying the borderlands. His first act was not to go home, but to head straight into the inner palace and personally remove the emperor’s shoes and socks, then wash his feet. “I have devoted myself to Your Majesty’s realm and people, and lost the chance to marry,” The tall, mighty general narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze burning with desire. “Your Majesty should repay me with a marriage now.” [New daily updates of melodramatic soap opera goodness at eight every evening. Mutual salvation, intersex pregnancy. The author’s signature over-the-top melodrama continues, so please leave at once if anything makes you uncomfortable.] [Upcoming story, next in line] Seven Maidens “I have no taste for men.” From his high seat, the Marquis of Huaiyang gazed down at the young man kneeling before him, his eyes bright with desire. He left the man a way to live. The next day, after returning to his estate, he heard the clinking of ornaments. Before him stood a “woman” with glossy black hair and pale skin, dressed in silk brocade. Her graceful figure bent in a curtsy, displaying only the frailty of a willow in the breeze, without a trace of masculine bearing. The Marquis of Huaiyang threw back his head and laughed, then stepped forward to help “her” up himself. From that day on, “she” became Seven Maidens, a woman of this troubled age. * “I have no taste for men!” The favored son of heaven, General Qin, never imagined that at a celebration banquet after his triumphant return to the capital, the notoriously disreputable Marquis of Huaiyang would take an interest in him. The hot-blooded young general was so furious he could hardly stomach it. That very night, he planned to sneak into the marquis’s estate and teach the shameless bastard a lesson. But once inside, he stumbled upon a murder. The Marquis of Huaiyang was dead, killed by a woman. The world would never know, however, because there was still a “Marquis of Huaiyang” alive and well. A woman disguised as a man, switching identities, deceiving the world. This woman was truly interesting. So interesting, in fact, that Qin Ming decided becoming a favored guest at the Marquis of Huaiyang’s residence might not be so hard to accept. At first, he was merely captivated by that fleeting glimpse. He only wanted to watch coldly as the woman struggled to survive amid the treacherous capital. But later, with his rough hands stained in blood, he carefully removed her silk brocade clothes, took off her hairpins and ornaments, and washed away her rouge and powder. If the world dares to dishonor the jade he treasures, he will bring the world to its knees. Overpowered younger battle god on top x beautiful, strong, tragic bottom. Theme: Saving each other and walking through life together.