My Emperor

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Jiang Yongrong knows she is the most useless empress in history. The emperor dotes exclusively on his favored consort, and her chambers have been a cold palace ever since the day she married him.

The only time she ever exercised her authority as empress was when rebels took the capital. She prepared to die rather than submit.

Unfortunately, at the last moment, she was rescued by reinforcements coming to the king's aid, and failed to die.

The man who saved her looked more like a rebel leader than anyone else, but he was also royal blood who had grown up outside the palace, and the future emperor.

Feng Changtian had been a bandit for over twenty years. Then one day, he suddenly became emperor, and found it extremely hard to get used to.

Every day, he had to read countless memorials and spend ages choosing consorts, all while people kept pressuring him to have children.

He was done with it.

Then one day, he met Jiang Yongrong.

A woman.

A beautiful woman.

A beautiful woman who could help him read memorials.

A beautiful woman who could help him read memorials and already had a son of her own!

Perfect. He wouldn't have to read the memorials himself, and he wouldn't even have to father a son.

She's the one!

Ministers: Your Majesty, Lady Jiang was the late emperor's empress...

Feng Changtian: Isn't the late emperor dead?

Ministers: The young prince is the son of the late emperor and his former favored consort...

Feng Changtian: Good. He's just like me. I'm the son of the emperor before the late emperor and that emperor's former favored consort.

Jiang Yongrong: I won't say a word. I'll just quietly watch and see how this farce ends.

A weary heroine, deep-thinking and smooth-handed x an unrestrained hero with overwhelming strength who thinks he can take on the world

One-on-one, happy ending

Daily updates, with bonus chapters at random times.

Weibo archive posted on April 30.

Jiang Handan was frail from childhood and was raised in a country estate, far removed from worldly affairs. All she knew was alchemy.

In her previous life, the empire fell into chaos, the capital was captured, and Jiang Handan died a horrific death.

Reborn in her youth, Jiang Handan devoted herself to finding the ruler who would eventually end the chaos and restore the empire.

Instead of finding that ruler, she came across a boy about her own age.

Until he was fifteen, Feng Ye believed he was a wolf.

He grew up among wolves, hunting and resting with the pack. One day, gravely wounded, he could only hide in a cave and wait to die.

Just then, lamplight pierced the mist and rain, and he heard a voice as sweet as a songbird's: “You really know how to pick a hiding place.”

...So he was human?

Many years later, Feng Ye became the Black Armor Asura, feared by all. As his opponent lay dying, he sneered at him: “You're nothing but Jiang Handan's dog!”

“Wrong.” Feng Ye corrected him coldly, then snapped his neck. “I'm a dog Jiang Handan raised with her own hands.”

With her own hands. Very important.

And the only one.

Second male lead (snorts): The only one?

Third male lead (draws his sword): Am I dead to you?

Jiang Handan (perplexed): I don't have a dog.

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