After I Was Reborn, the Tyrant Clung to Me

[Fair-skinned, Beautiful, Sweet Little Palace Maid x Gloomy, Cruel, Obsessive Tyrant]

The tyrant Xiao Yi murdered his wife, killed his elder brother, and slaughtered his younger brother to seize the throne. He was ruthless and brutal, and countless people died at his hands.

At the time, Shaoyao only wanted to leave the palace as soon as possible. She never expected the Empress Dowager to summon her to deliver medicinal soup to the tyrant.

When she first saw the tyrant, her legs nearly gave out. Trembling, she presented him with ginseng soup.

The tyrant glanced at it and ordered his attendants to force every drop of the drugged soup down her throat.

Only when her body began reacting did Shaoyao understand why the Empress Dowager had worn a knowing, half-smile when she took the soup away.

Looking at the tyrant's cold, unfeeling face, she thought of the palace maid who had tried to climb into the imperial bed and been beaten to death. She was probably going to meet the same fate.

But she didn't want to die, so with the last of her strength, she grabbed the corner of his imperial robe and begged, moaning, "Your Majesty, spare me..."

At last, she felt the tyrant's icy hand brush her cheek and slowly come to rest on her slender neck. A sharp pain struck her at once.

The tyrant's cold, merciless voice sounded in her ear: "You seduced and bewitched your master. You deserve to die."

*

When Shaoyao opened her eyes again, she had returned to the age of sixteen. The tyrant had yet to ascend the throne and was still an unpopular prince.

Shaoyao only wanted to stay away from the tyrant, but this life seemed different from the last.

This time, she not only had to serve the tyrant tea and water, fluff his blankets, and massage his legs, but also warm his bed and fulfill certain... intimate duties?

One day, after several nights of hard work, Shaoyao rubbed her aching back as she lay on a couch and suggested to the tyrant that she take a few days off.

The tyrant coolly lifted his eyelids. He continued feeding her cherries with one hand, while taking the pits she spat out with the other. Then he abruptly replied with two words: "No way."

That night, after being put through it several more times, Shaoyao wanted to scream: This life is a real dog's dinner.

A note:

1. One-on-one, single-couple romance. It's a short, very, very sweet story.

Theme: I don't want to work hard, but I'm forced to improve myself every day