The Milk-Scented Crown Princess

My new novel, After I Ghosted the Scumbag Emperor, is open for follows! Yao Ying had barely come of age when disaster struck. A pampered young lady who had never lifted a finger was reduced to a helpless girl whom even eunuchs could prey upon. No matter how beautiful she was, she was fit only to warm the bed of the strange, eccentric crown prince in the Cold Palace. Nobody knew how twisted and dark the fallen crown prince was. By day, he ignored her; at night, he became a handsome beast, wild and untamed. Yao Ying thought she could endure it, but she couldn't hold back her tears. She bit the stinking man. His thick black hair fell into her hand. The crown prince narrowed his eyes. "Careful, darling. Don't chip a tooth." Everyone knew the crown prince and empress were at odds, yet he spoiled the beauty the empress sent him rotten. Who would believe that? Empress: Hah, believe my ass. Crown Prince: Actually, I could spoil her even more. The beauty fluttered into the crown prince's arms like a little swallow, all coy and bashful. That bastard has no heart. Just flirt with him, that's all. Beauty is a calamity, and doting on her is a crime. Zhou You was determined to become an emperor for the ages. When it came to the little spy sent by the wicked empress, he only meant to amuse himself before tossing her aside. But she kept appearing in his dreams. Her milky-white face was streaked with pearl-like tears, and her sweet, clear voice tugged at his heart. "Your Highness, would you spoil A Zhi a little?" This soft, helpless little thing could drive a man mad once he got his hands on her. Later, when she stopped looking at him, he panicked. He wanted to give her everything he had. "Shall I take the empress to try that lotus-leaf chicken by Daming Lake again?" --No thanks. I'm sick of it. I can't take any more. P.S. A fake-white little fox versus a wicked emperor. A short, shameless tale of falling hard. New story coming soon: The Lord Beneath Her Skirts The empress dowager's aunt suddenly lost her mind and offended the new emperor. Yangyang, who had not yet shared his bed, was caught in the crossfire and driven out of the palace in the middle of the night. Everyone sighed. Such a graceful, delicate beauty, what a shame. Only Yangyang wept with joy under her quilt. Sob, now I can finally marry the young general I've dreamed of. But before the wedding day arrived, terrible news came from the border: the young general had died in battle. Later, Yangyang learned the true cause of the young general's death, and was forced into a ghost marriage before his mourning hall. That day, Emperor Xian came in person to pay his respects at the general's estate. He saw a lovely figure in white kneeling before the hall. The young emperor was bewitched. He went closer to look at her face. Ink-black hair, snow-white skin, a white flower at her temple, tears glistening on her lashes. She looked so frail, yet radiated irresistible charm. The heart the emperor had guarded for twenty years ran wild. The chief eunuch, who had caught the emperor's eye, hurriedly asked, "Which young lady of the household is this?" The whole hall fell silent. The old matriarch, her face gone pale, was pushed forward by the crowd. Trembling, she replied, "Your Majesty, this woman is my grandson's... w-widow." Under the emperor's overwhelming authority, she could not bring herself to say, "my granddaughter-in-law." Yangyang, her heart broken by men, was lost in her own world. She did not know that the nobles in the hall were staring in shock as the emperor bent down and leaned close to the beauty's cheek, tender beyond measure. "But how come I think, my dear, that you look more like my future empress?" P.S. More or less another shameless story of falling hard. Theme: Women should treat themselves well