You Are Mine Alone

The late emperor has passed away, and forces across the realm are stirring.

That night, the regent stormed into Zichen Hall, his armor stained with blood and his eyes cold and cruel, sword in hand.

The fifteen-year-old emperor fell trembling to the floor. As she watched the tall, dangerous man approach step by step, she thought that her father had been right: the regent held power over his sovereign and had coveted the throne for years. Now, he probably would not spare her...

She shrank backward, quaking. "Un... Uncle... Whatever you want, I... I can give it to you..."

The man slowly crouched down and effortlessly scooped her up in his arms. "Is that so? Whatever I want, Your Majesty can give me?"

The hard armor dug painfully into her as he carried her to the dragon throne. He tore open her collar, exposing skin rubbed red by his armor.

She had thought her uncle would surely kill her and take the throne for himself. But to her surprise, the man before her stroked the red marks on her neck and narrowed his eyes in a faint smile.

"Your Majesty really is... delicate."

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Though the realm was beset by turmoil, Ji Chu secured her place on the throne.

It was only because she agreed to one condition from the regent:

By day, she would be the emperor. By night, she would be his concubine, letting him do whatever he pleased with her.

Whenever Ji Chu showed even the slightest reluctance, the regent would frighten her by saying he would kill her and send her to join the late emperor.

Ji Chu was terrified, so she could only obey him.

Later, the little emperor gazed at her belly, growing larger by the day, and nearly cried with helplessness.

The regent personally untied the emperor's sash, then knelt on the floor, pressing his ear to her waist. "There is much to attend to in the court. I will temporarily handle state affairs for Your Majesty. All you need to do is rest easy and give birth to my child."

Ji Chu had thought that once she was pregnant, she could no longer let him do whatever he pleased with her, and that her uncle would surely be furious.

Then one day, she accidentally fell and cut her face. The man, his eyes bloodshot with rage, nearly bathed Zichen Hall in blood.

Late that night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The man propped up his head and gently blew on the wound beside her face.

"Does it still hurt, my emperor?"

[Blurb written on 2022/05/28 and saved]

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