The Tyrant's Timid Little Darling

The day Yan Wenyu learned she was the fake daughter, she cried until her handkerchief was soaked. The real daughter was filled with hatred and bent on revenge. She especially couldn’t stand Yan Wenyu’s delicate, tearful manner, and insisted that Yan Wenyu be married off to an old man as his second wife. Her parents used the debt of raising her to threaten her, forcing her to agree. Yan Wenyu had no way to fight back. With tears in her eyes, she was carried into the bridal sedan. Her heart was dead, and she had no idea that she was being secretly taken into the palace. The young emperor lay motionless in bed. The Empress Dowager, heartbroken that her son had never taken an empress, insisted on holding a ghost wedding for him. The emperor’s maternal uncle opposed it with all his might. A ghost wedding would ruin an innocent girl, and if the truth were recorded in the history books, the emperor would be remembered as a tyrant for all eternity. The Empress Dowager relented, “marrying” the emperor to a bride under the pretense that she was to become an old man’s second wife, and keeping the affair secret. Yan Wenyu was dumped into the brightly decorated bedchamber. Crouching by the foot of the bed, she wept uncontrollably, and her tears woke the man lying there. After spending ten years as a wandering spirit, Wei Yinxiu was reborn on the day he had died. A faint sound of weeping brought him back to life. He looked around at the familiar surroundings and gave a cold laugh. The day of reckoning had come for those people. With an iron hand, Wei Yinxiu threw the court into turmoil, making everyone fear for their lives. When he turned around and saw the young girl with red-rimmed eyes, he pursed his lips in annoyance. “Come here. I won’t be harsh with you.” “Whoever dares bully you, I’ll teach them a lesson.” The real daughter and her family were dumbfounded! Later, held in his arms, Yan Wenyu wept. “You’re the one who bullies me the most...” Wei Yinxiu kissed the corner of her eye. “The empress is too delicate. You deserve to be punished.” Yan Wenyu angrily bit him! Coming soon: Tomorrow’s Pearl, a marriage-first, love-later story Everyone said Rong Chan had lost her memory, but she felt as if she had fallen into a storybook. As a princess, she had forcibly taken a handsome husband, dragging the heir of the Hengzhao house into the princess’s residence. From then on, he would be cold and never come home, while she would be heartbroken and full of resentment. In the end, she would be bound in chains and lose her freedom. Rong Chan had no memories, but the story felt familiar. She was the arrogant villainess who had ruined the marriage between the heir of the Hengzhao house and the woman he loved. She considered herself innocent and couldn’t be bothered to clean up the mess. She just wanted to send him away and be done with it. But then her father died, her brother proved weak, and the country was beset by turmoil. Hengzhao led the army to victory and became famous, leaving the imperial family dependent on him. Rong Chan had no choice but to send people to find Hengzhao’s beloved, then treat her as an honored guest, providing her with every comfort. Sang Yun was a sensible girl, bright and cheerful. The two of them got along well, and Rong Chan only hoped that making amends would let them settle the matter of the forced marriage peacefully. But after Hengzhao gained power, he surrounded the princess’s residence with his troops and decreed that “Sang Yun and dogs are not allowed inside.” “The princess treats my younger sister with such care. Could it be that you see me as her substitute, and intend to neglect me after we marry?” Claiming that she had insulted him, he forcibly moved into her bedchamber and demanded compensation. Rong Chan didn’t understand what had gone wrong. Sang Yun was Hengzhao’s younger sister, and the siblings had been at odds since childhood. He wouldn’t let them meet, and he even had a golden chain made to keep Rong Chan bound to him. He committed treasonous acts by day and offended his superior by night. The princess’s residence was completely overrun. Rong Chan suddenly realized that the storybook’s ending seemed to be coming true. “You were the one who pursued me first, Your Highness.” Hengzhao’s gaze was dark as he left a bite mark on her slender, pale ankle. Tears clung to Rong Chan’s lashes, on the verge of falling. She remembered now... She had been the one who clung to him every day and confessed her love. She really had lost her memory. She hadn’t entered the storybook at all... Theme: Good people are blessed.