After I Played With and Abandoned the Obsessive Imperial Consort (Matriarchal Society)

Novel blurb:

Everyone in the court knew that Feng Yixing, the imperial consort whom Emperor Feng had brought back halfway through his life, had once been a male courtesan in a brothel.

He lived without restraint, wreaked havoc in the court, and took pride in having the noblewomen of the capital fall at his feet.

What they did not know was that he had once given his young, sincere heart to someone, only for it to be ruthlessly crushed and tossed aside like a worn-out shoe.

At a riverside boathouse, with only a door between them, a woman's clear, melodious voice came from inside. He remembered all too well how she had whispered those heart-fluttering words right beside his ear.

A dignified imperial consort had stooped to the shameful act of peeping through a window.

Half drunk and half awake, he saw that familiar, otherworldly face. Even more maddening, the woman's clothes had slipped to her waist, and a heavily made-up male courtesan lay in her arms.

Awakening from his dream, he ordered his people to search for the woman.

When they met again, he watched through a graceful red veil as she held someone in each arm, looking utterly content.

But in his ear, his imperial mother sighed. "Yixing, the Zhao family holds great power. You cannot afford to offend them."

He could only swallow his bitterness and clench his carefully tended nails until they snapped. Drops of bright red blood fell to the ground, while a bottomless, invisible wound burned in his heart.

Zhao Jinyu was born into the body of the legitimate daughter of Feng's only prince with a different surname. She was gifted from birth, dazzlingly brilliant, and beautiful as an immortal, captivating countless men.

To avoid unwanted advances, she traveled across the land. She once spent time at an obscure brothel, where she was drawn to a radiant red-haired beauty who seemed to pander to everyone but was, in truth, struggling to preserve her virtue.

Just as the other woman began to fall deeper and deeper, Zhao Jinyu swept her sleeves and left.

She never expected that this red-haired beauty would transform from a pitiful object of other people's amusement into an imperial consort high above them all.

He treated her as his possession, watching her from dark corners. Like a parasite clinging to her bones, he disgusted her.

After her mother was defeated in battle, Zhao Jinyu humbled herself at the imperial consort's feet to ask for an army of one hundred thousand.

His slender, jade-white foot pressed against her chest.

"Zhao Jinyu, you finally belong to me."

Suppressing her revulsion, she caressed his smooth, pale calf and watched as his eyes reddened with desire.

She whispered seductively, "Yes. Not only this subject, but the whole world belongs to you, Imperial Consort."

He knew she was a bottomless abyss, but even so, he was willing to remain drunk on her forever.

P.S. The female lead is a heartbreaker and torments the male lead. The female lead is not a virgin; the male lead is. The male lead can bear children. Please read with caution if this is not to your taste.

Content warnings: The male lead is hopelessly in love and clings to the female lead no matter what. He ascends the throne without having received any training and grows up wild and unrestrained. He is not strong and has to rely on the female lead and other supporting characters. The female lead holds the higher position, the male lead the lower one. Please read with caution if this is not to your taste.

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Ji Xuanqing was a brilliant young talent who passed the imperial examinations and became the top scholar at eighteen.

The powerful families lined up eligible men for him to choose from, and he married the noble-born Ji Changkong.

They were a young married couple who supported one another.

Through the ups and downs of officialdom and several brushes with death, Ji Changkong never left his side. With a frail body, he stubbornly held up half the sky for her.

Sadly, consumed by ambition, she gradually lost her way and grew distant from him.

When an enemy nation invaded the south and marched all the way to the capital, she hurried to take the emperor hostage and flee south, leaving him to die amid the chaos of battle.

She got her wish: she rose to the highest ranks of government and seized great power, abandoning her conscience and becoming cruel and ruthless.

In the end, she was nothing but a lonely, isolated traitor hated by all, with countless people seeking her life.

Despite her immense power, she dared not sleep at night.

The net of justice has no holes. Righteous people would rise to save the realm.

She had fought all her life, only to end up with nothing.

As she lay dying, she faintly saw the day they first met, Ji Changkong smiling gently beneath the poplar trees.

What did imperial power or wealth matter? Nothing brought her more joy than his company.

Ji Changkong, I swear I won't fail you in our next life.

When she opened her eyes again, she was back at the moment their paths first diverged. His expression was indifferent, and there was no trace of affection left in his eyes.

But she didn't care. He was a caged bird in her palm, unable to fly away or escape her.

Her goal in this life: to grow old together.

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The male lead's perspective:

He hated her coldness and resented her lack of love. When he asked to end their marriage, she refused, so he hid away in a secluded corner of the manor and stopped seeing her.

One night, she seemed to become a different person. She loved him and protected him.

But as things he had never known about came to light, his heart turned cold and he grew disillusioned. He tried several times to divorce her, but to no avail. Like a caged bird, he was held in her hands, with no freedom.

But when the day finally came and she handed him the divorce papers without expression, he understood what it meant for his heart to turn to ashes.

He lowered himself, his soft cheek cautiously brushing against her hand.

His red lips parted, offering every temptation: "My wife, please don't send me away, all right?"

Theme: Two people, faithful to each other for a lifetime.