After I Ghosted the Scumbag Emperor from the Old Days

[Originally titled The Lord Beneath Her Skirts] In the middle of the night, word spread that a Shen family girl had suddenly lost her mind and offended the new emperor. Before she could even touch the imperial bed, she was driven out of the palace. Everyone sighed. Such a graceful, delicate beauty, what a shame. Only Yangyang wept beneath her quilt. Sob, now I can finally marry the young general. But before long, terrible news arrived: the young general had died in battle. The bewildered Yangyang was forced into a ghost marriage before his mourning hall. The next day, Emperor Xian came in person to pay his respects at the general's estate. There, he saw a lovely figure in white kneeling before the hall. The young emperor was bewitched. He went closer for a better look: ink-black hair, snow-white skin, tear-streaked cheeks and a white flower at her temple, all radiating an irresistible charm. His heart, untouched by romance for twenty years, suddenly ran wild. The chief eunuch, who had caught the emperor's eye, hurriedly asked, "Which young lady of the household is this?" The old matriarch, her face gone white, was pushed forward. "This woman is my grandson's widow." Under the emperor's overwhelming authority, she could no longer bring herself to say, "my granddaughter-in-law." The assembled nobles watched in stupefaction as the emperor bent his precious body and leaned close to the beauty's cheek, tender beyond measure. "But how come I think, my lady, that you look more like the goddess in my dreams?" * A heart as hard as iron. A beautiful young widow: My love for the general is unshakable. We pledged ourselves to each other long ago. Your Majesty, don't even think about it. Regretful and utterly smitten. Emperor: That day, after the rain, at the ruined temple in the mountains, in the haystack... It was me. It was me! * Later, the young general, whose grave should have been overgrown with grass, came back from the dead. After years undercover in enemy territory and a great victory, he returned, heedless of the danger, to claim his wife. Why would the emperor give up a tasty morsel already in his mouth? Emperor Xian sneered. "I hear the princess of the Southern Barbarians has borne you a son. How dare you come back for her?" "I was in enemy territory and had no choice. Yangyang will understand." ...Thanks for asking. The consort, who had seen through men's true nature, ignored them all and wanted only to live beautifully on her own. P.S. More or less a story about two drama queens trying to outdo each other, and a shameless case of falling hard. My new serial, The White Tea Empress, is open for support! No one knows how much the beloved empress Yao Yao has suffered. Everyone says she is a master manipulator, clinging to her man despite being unable to bear children, and that she dragged an accomplished, upright emperor into the mire of depravity, where he never climbed back out. Nor does anyone know that inside the Hall of Longevity, the gentle and dignified emperor holds a beauty with skin as smooth as cream. "Be good. Just one more time." Yao Yao, utterly aggrieved, cried until she had no strength left. But the ground where her tears fell was not wet at all. Instead, it was scattered with glistening, dazzling pearls. Rong Yuan had a sagacious emperor for a grandfather and a foolish emperor for a father. The prosperous age his grandfather had built was squandered by his father, and by the time Rong Yuan took the throne, the magnificent realm everyone admired was just an empty shell. The new emperor, so worried about money he could not sleep, felt no desire for the beauties of his harem. If he spent the night with one, he would have to reward her. Then one day, an envoy arrived from an island kingdom in the South Sea, bearing the priceless treasure the emperor had dreamed of. From then on, he slept soundly, kept his beloved in a golden house, and wanted no one else. Theme: Women should treat themselves well