The Phoenix Lord Lost His Memory (Matriarchy)

My completed female-led novels are available to read: The Chief Minister's Little Husband, My Fated Little Husband, and My Husband Is a Black-Hearted Lotus. My upcoming novels, My Wife Cultivates the Way of Ruthlessness and The Little Mermaid Offered as a Sacrifice to the Gods, are also open for follows!

After Yuan Su ascended the throne as empress, she worked diligently without fail. Even when it came to choosing an empress consort, she picked Yan Zhao with a casual point of her finger amid her endless work.

The Yan family was a family of scholars, and everyone said its young men were reserved by nature.

On their wedding night, just after the imperial seal of the central palace was placed in Yan Zhao's hands, Yuan Su inexplicably left Funing Hall. Their red candles burned through the night for nothing, and word that the empress consort had fallen out of favor soon spread beyond the palace.

In the three years since their marriage, Yuan Su had visited Funing Hall only a handful of times. Yan Zhao's heart gradually grew cold.

With the empress consort out of favor, young men from every noble household were giving it their all, waiting for this year's imperial selection and their chance to rise to the top.

But on the day preparations for the selection were underway, Yan Zhao took a fall. When he woke, his first words were to cling to Yuan Su and ask her to warm his hands.

Yuan Su, long accustomed to her empress consort's dignified and proper demeanor, was stunned: ???

On the important day set aside for the imperial selection, Yan Zhao had lost his memory. All he remembered was that he was the young master of the Yan family, and that he was going to marry the youngest empress in all of Da Jin.

When he was injured, her brows furrowed with concern. And he'd secretly found out that he was the only man in the entire harem.

So of course His Majesty loved him to the depths of her soul. They had to be a devoted couple whose love could withstand anything.

If she was too busy ruling the realm to visit Funing Hall, Yan Zhao would simply move into her bedchamber himself, then snuggle under the covers and wait for her, his peach-blossom eyes sparkling.

She was composed and often reminded him of the rules. But Yan Zhao wasn't afraid. He stuck to her like a little tail.

After that, the imperial selection was postponed again and again, and Yuan Su didn't much mind. Until one day, Yan Zhao recovered his memories and told her to observe proper decorum, because the rules must not be broken.

Yuan Su, fresh from court and ready to enjoy some sweet time with her empress consort: Rules? What rules?!

Upcoming novel: My Wife Cultivates the Way of Ruthlessness

Qiao Li transmigrated into a book.

She was a supporting character who cultivated the Way of Ruthlessness and managed Tianji Mountain's library. After demonic energy invaded her, she accidentally took advantage of her own junior disciple, an outer sect student, causing him to turn evil and fall to the demonic path in the future.

Right now, a young man with tear-reddened eyes was sitting beside her.

Qiao Li, who had just transmigrated: "..."

#I swear it wasn't me. Do you believe me?#

Yu Zhiheng was born with an immortal's bones and a demon's heart. When he infiltrated Tianji Mountain, Qiao Li was in the middle of a demonic possession. Taking advantage of her muddled state, he deliberately fabricated the story that they were already married.

But Qiao Li was famous for following the Way of Ruthlessness. To make his act convincing and gain access to the heavily guarded library, Yu Zhiheng had no choice but to play the part of a devoted lover.

Badly wounded during a sect mission and nearly unconscious, he vaguely heard her mutter beside him, "Oh, is this osmanthus cake?"

The young man's eyelids twitched. He tried with all his might to say something.

Then Qiao Li went on analyzing, "Master likes sweets. No wonder Junior Brother protected this packet of osmanthus cakes so carefully, even though he was badly injured."

Yu Zhiheng, who nearly choked on his last breath: ...?

In the illusion, his eyes were covered and he couldn't see. The person who came to save him clearly carried Qiao Li's scent.

But everyone said it was their master.

He looked at Qiao Li in confusion, only to see her smiling warmly at the other junior disciples.

It wasn't until that night, when she fell into demonic possession again because of him, that things changed.

The young man before her didn't hesitate in the slightest. Instead, he casually added another layer of warding outside the room. His bright, clear eyes were full of laughter as he held what seemed to him the world's most precious treasure. "A Li, a pretend romance should become real in the end."

Second upcoming novel: The Little Mermaid Offered as a Sacrifice to the Gods, female-led

Shi Wu was the last god in the world. She protected humankind, yet also possessed the power to destroy it. Legend had it that when the world's malice became overwhelming, Shi Wu would fall, and the world would begin anew.

Now, with evil forces in control, those who sought to preserve their own prosperity had found the purest and most beautiful thing in the world to offer as a sacrifice: a mermaid.

The little mermaid couldn't speak. His silver tail was streaked with blood, and he lay dying at the bottom of the pool. Anyone could see he didn't have long to live.

That was when Shi Wu heard his faint thoughts.

The gods were merciful and granted every prayer.

At first, the little mermaid was grateful even for the simplest food. He would make himself cry as hard as he could, string his little pearls together, and carefully lay them on Shi Wu's altar.

Gradually, he began to want more and more. He wanted human legs, a name, and... to see her.

But Shi Wu had no need for his little pearls. The little mermaid thought for a moment, then blushingly wrapped his arms around Shi Wu, who had appeared to grant his wish.

After all, he had belonged to her from the start.

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Theme: Only by treating each other with sincerity can love last.