The General Is Hard to Tame (Women Reign Supreme)

[Upcoming: The Eastern Palace Hides Its Favorite (Female-Dominated World)], ongoing xianxia GB novel The Demon Venerable Has Pointy Ears. Begging you to add it to your collection, rolling around cutely~]

Lately, wild rumors have been spreading through the streets of Nanjiang:

Shocking! The neighboring country's captured God of War general is actually willing to become a consort to the female emperor of the Nightcloud Kingdom. Yun Yi'er, the female emperor, is truly terrifying.

Some curious people refused to believe it, and decided to send a spy to find out the truth.

That night, in the sleeping palace, the spy clambered onto the wall and saw the petite female emperor, who had slaughtered every god in her way on the battlefield, wrapped in a scarlet skirt and lounging on the couch as she stroked a cat. She lifted a foot and hooked the chin of a black-clad man kneeling nearby to serve tea, teasing him without restraint.

The once cold-blooded and heartless great general of the Nanhua Kingdom silently leaned in and kissed the other's toes. His deep eyes showed not the slightest trace of fury; he simply offered the tea in a gentle voice.

The spy: They seem... surprisingly harmonious?

The next moment, the tea spilled and the cup shattered.

The young woman pinning the man to the couch smiled brightly. Under his suddenly darkened gaze, she slowly pried a broken blade from his tightly clenched fingers, then leaned to his ear with a coquettish smile and raised one finger.

"Shh... General, your assassination attempt failed again tonight."

The spy, whose jaw nearly hit the floor: How is this... not at all how I imagined things would go?

[Male Lead's Point of View]

He Yourong, the great general of the Nanhua Kingdom, lost his father young and had few family ties. With no one to rely on, he had no choice but to harden his heart and learn the arts of political maneuvering and currying favor. For over twenty years, he had trod carefully through the imperial court.

Who could have known that after a defeat, his colleagues would stab him in the back and offer him up as a living captive to the Nightcloud Kingdom? He became a lowly slave, a beast of burden whom anyone could kick.

He endured beatings and torment, lowering his head and serving others like an ox or horse. All he wanted was a chance to take the female emperor's life with his own hands one day, to avenge the humiliation he had suffered.

But each time he lowered his eyes and stood before the young woman who mocked and humiliated him, a knife in hand, she would lower her gaze and smile playfully at him, offering him silver, protection, and flowers from Nanjiang.

He Yourong, clutching the money that would save his life: Tsk, perhaps I can spare this powerful patron for now.

Content Warnings

1. Female-dominated world, 1v1, both leads' first relationship, happy ending. A seemingly innocent, naturally dark little bunny in disguise x a sharp-tongued but soft-hearted big bad wolf. The man is six years older than the woman.

2. This is a nontraditional female-dominated world. The relationship between the leads leans toward the woman having an overwhelming advantage in status. The male lead's country has a feudal, male-dominated social system, but it will not be explored much. He is the only person from a male-dominated society in the entire novel.

3. The world has male pregnancy. There is no pregnancy plot for the male lead in the main story, though there will be a little angst for emotional flavor~

Upcoming novel: The Eastern Palace Hides Its Favorite (Female-Dominated World)

Everyone in the imperial capital says that Chi Shujiao, the crown princess regent of Yandu, The Outcast, is a woman of breathtaking beauty, with an aura as pure as ice and jade.

Yet she is also known for being cold and unfeeling.

Years ago, when rebels laid siege to the palace, the emperor and empress left the capital to escape disaster. When they reached the secondary capital of Yannan, they left their youngest daughter, Shujiao, who was not yet ten, at the Protectorate General's manor to be cared for, in order to preserve the imperial line.

Just two days later, the pursuing rebels set fire to the manor.

Amid the towering flames, the thin little girl, her voice hoarse from crying, had just escaped into the street when the rebels grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back, raising a knife to kill her.

When she was found again, eight years had passed.

Since returning to court and taking charge as regent, Chi Shujiao has often woken in the middle of the night, dreaming of that day.

It was raining. She had escaped the manor, only for the rebels to pin her down in the mud. From afar, she saw someone approaching with a bamboo umbrella, whispering something to the others.

The crowd scattered. In a daze, she watched the clear-eyed young man beneath the umbrella, a saber at his waist and prayer beads in his fingers, reach out to her. His thin shoulders, draped in a cloak, jutted sharply beneath the fabric.

When she took his hand, she did not know that he was Yan Hua, the younger son of the Protectorate General and its commander. His father had just been killed by the rebels, lost in the sea of flames.

For eight years, through a life of wandering and hardship, he taught her how to survive and kept her safe. Then, once everything was settled, he quietly left without a single letter behind.

Later, in the imperial court, Chi Shujiao used her authority as regent to purge the factions opposing her.

Whenever she sought to eliminate the remnants of the rebels from those years, she found that the censor, who secretly built his own faction and wielded great power, always acted a step ahead of her, using ruthless methods.

Unable to take revenge on her own enemy, she went to confront him. She found the clear-eyed censor in his robe, brush in hand, painting. She leaned against the doorway and spoke in a cool voice.

"Why does Lord Yan keep interfering in my private affairs? If you don't give me an explanation today, you won't be leaving through that door."

The man, who had just finished painting a branch of ink plum blossoms, stopped. His usual restraint and detachment vanished.

His eyes surged with emotion as he approached her, and he smiled gently.

"Your Highness's affairs are my affairs.

When Your Highness roots out evil and punishes the wicked, I will be the swiftest blade in your hand. When others look down on Your Highness, I will be your shield against their rumors.

What is there to fear? As long as I serve in court, no one will be allowed to hinder you in the slightest."

Theme: Respect others and love peace.