The Usurping General's Delicate Beauty (Reborn)

[Coming Soon] Suo Shuanghua, You Fo

My Imperial Brother Is an Obsessive Man (Now updating, feel free to add it to your collection if you like it)

[Blurb]

In the fifth year of Zhongping, Zishu Wanxi, the empress, was sent by Emperor Huan to marry into the Xiongnu. After enduring countless torments, she froze to death.

After her death, Zishu Wanxi saw Emperor Huan, who had once treated her with every kindness, embracing his new love. His gloomy face full of scorn, he said, “She was nothing but a pawn. How could she ever deserve the throne of empress?”

Reborn, determined never to be used by anyone again, Zishu Wanxi set her sights on her sworn elder brother, who would one day wield immense power.

She had planned to rely on the power in his hands to secure a peaceful life for herself.

She never expected that asking him for help would open the road to becoming emperor, or that it would send her straight into the arms of a “lion” pretending to sleep.

Li Rui, the adopted son of Grand Tutor Zishu Cheng, had always regarded his sworn younger sister, Zishu Wanxi, as the moon hanging high in the heavens, something he could look at from afar but never possess.

Unexpectedly, when he returned to the capital to report on his duties, that very “moon in the heavens” blocked his way and, eyes brimming with tears, told him she wanted to marry him.

Li Rui could not resist her and agreed as if possessed.

After they married, Li Rui thought they would leave each other alone. He never expected his sworn younger sister to bring him extra clothes when it was cold and fan him when it was hot.

With a lovely companion by his side, Li Rui could no longer restrain the feelings he had kept hidden. She was his sworn younger sister, his wife. They were meant to enjoy themselves together that very night.

From then on, Li Rui's obsession became demonic. He would kill gods and Buddhas alike, surround the imperial city, and hold his tearful, lovely bride in his arms as he ascended to the highest throne, The Outcast. “My wife, my empress. From now on, neither gods nor Buddhas can take you away from me.”

His longing had sunk into his bones, and Li Rui went mad. He would confine her to his own little world, even if he had to descend to the Yellow Springs or ascend to the heavens to do so.

[Reading Guide]

One-on-one romance

Male lead is a virgin, female lead is a virgin

The male lead becomes obsessive later in the story

[Coming Soon] Suo Shuanghua

The most voluptuous and beautiful consort in the capital, a seductress as soft as water.

Beneath all the splendor and glory, Shen Shuanghua knows she is the calamity whom everyone in the palace and court would be glad to see executed.

And surely that includes him.

The Xuanmen coup, the empire in ruins, the emperor dead.

White mourning banners and funeral music fill the air. The consort lowers her slender shoulders, looking delicate and forlorn as she sobs.

The new emperor stands tall and straight as a green bamboo stalk. His golden boots come to a stop before the consort, and everyone watches in secret, waiting for a show.

Everyone knows that the new emperor, Li Han, once shared a past with her when he was still insignificant.

But when the extraordinary wealth and privilege of entering the palace beckoned, the consort severed their ties and entered the palace to climb to a higher branch.

With new and old grudges between them, surely she would be lucky to escape with her life.

Shen Shuanghua thought so too.

But who could have guessed that a warm hand would suddenly pull her to her feet?

Li Han looked down at her, his gaze inscrutable.

“Consort, it has been a long time.”

It felt like a dream. Shen Shuanghua was astonished that not only was her life spared, she had also become the Grand Dowager Consort, second only to the empress.

Though Li Han's expression gave nothing away, he personally placed in her hands the golden seal that symbolized authority over the imperial harem.

She secretly rejoiced, thinking Li Han had let go of his old grievances and forgiven her.

Until one day, she had a dream.

In it, she lay on a bed, her skin pale and smooth, coughing weakly as she hovered near death.

Li Han came in person and cared for her day and night.

She was deeply grateful and felt ashamed about what had happened between them all those years ago.

But who could have guessed that the dream would turn into a springtime reverie? The man suddenly leaned down and sealed her lips with a kiss as crimson waves rose and fell.

Shen Shuanghua spent several days trembling with fear over the dream. When she happened to see the new emperor, he was still so dignified and distant, and only then did she relax.

It was all just a nightmare. There was no need to dwell on it.

Until one day, she caught a spring chill and woke to find her lips slightly swollen.

The palace maid said timidly, “His Majesty came by.”

Terrified, she immediately decided to go to the imperial mausoleum and keep watch over the late emperor's spirit.

Li Han sat high on the dragon throne and looked down at her, his expression calm. “The imperial mausoleum is bleak and lonely. I think the Dowager Consort is terribly bored. Perhaps having a prince would help.”

Shen Shuanghua's face went white in an instant.

Only then did she realize that beneath this gentle, godlike facade lay the cracked foundation of a demon's desire.

She was a bird trapped in a cage, falling into his palm, with no hope of peace.

[Note]

Both leads are virgins

Both leads are reborn

The female lead is only a consort in name

Theme: Shackles must be broken, and freedom must be pursued.