[This story is on hold for now. The updates have been awful, so I'll finish the whole thing before posting it again.]
Since ascending the throne, Emperor Xiao Lin has governed diligently, devoted himself to the people, and had no interest in romance.
Even when his gentle, lovely empress wraps her arms around his waist at night, presses her face against his broad chest, and softly murmurs, "Your Majesty, my husband..."
he remains unmoved and impeccably proper.
Until one day, a eunuch rushes in to report that Her Majesty the Empress has hit her head...
[Little Scene]
"Humans and demons belong to different worlds. You should give up already. I'm going to cultivate and attain immortality."
"Mm. Are you still going to keep using your cultivation technique to drain my essence?" The young emperor gazes at her with fondness and a smile in his deep eyes.
Cui Lingshu glances at the man's uniquely beautiful face, hesitates for a moment, then swallows. "Of course."
Reader advisory:
- Both leads are each other's one and only. The male lead has no harem. A sweet, post-marriage romance.
- Set in an imaginary world, but not a fantasy story. Please don't nitpick the details.
- Blurb dated March 21, 2023.
My next story will be Young Water. Please add it to your reading list!
Li Zhishui, daughter of the Director of Imperial Physicians, is a gifted doctor who earns merit for helping to quell an epidemic. The emperor grants her in marriage to Prince Li.
When people hear the news, they can't help but sigh. She'll surely suffer terribly in the years to come.
Prince Li, Pei Zhang, is peerlessly handsome and a valiant warrior. Unfortunately, he was gravely injured in a long battle two years ago and lost his sight. Ever since, his moods have been unpredictable.
On their wedding night, Prince Li is cold and distant. Seeing this, Li Zhishui is actually relieved.
She boldly proposes three rules for them to follow.
Six months later, there are signs that his eyesight is improving. Delighted, Li Zhishui doesn't forget to ask him to honor their agreement.
As promised, when his sight returns, she will leave.
To her surprise, when he hears her words, his expression freezes. After a long silence, he finally says, "That was only a verbal agreement. It doesn't count."
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Pei Zhang remembers first hearing of Li Zhishui in a military camp on the border.
Back then, all he knew was her voice, gentle as spring rain, sinking into his heart.
After regaining his sight, Pei Zhang spends every day searching for her slender figure with burning eyes, his heart in turmoil.
Zhishui, Zhishui, his wife.
Theme: Everything depends on what people do
