The Spring Beauty of the Imperial Terrace

◎ A ruthless, calculating emperor vs. a resilient, radiant beauty

◎ Forced possession · The emperor chases his wife after losing her

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Xie Liushu was breathtakingly beautiful, came from a powerful family, and was engaged to the crown prince. Countless noblewomen in the capital envied her.

But disaster struck. The crown prince died, and her family switched sides. In a single night, she fell from heaven to the depths of despair.

To curry favor with the powerful, her father offered her to the newly enthroned emperor.

Rumor had it that the new emperor was exceptionally handsome, yet cruel and ruthless. Someone had once seen him turn a beauty's bones into a colored-glass lantern, which he toyed with every day. He had climbed to the throne over a mountain of corpses.

Xie Liushu trod carefully, afraid she would become the next person the new emperor killed without hesitation.

As snow fell thickly, she entered the imperial city through a side gate in a small sedan chair. She looked up and saw a luxurious carriage approaching. She bowed her head with everyone else, but accidentally met a pair of cool, indifferent eyes.

Like spring snow in March, quiet, cold, and desolate.

Familiar, yet strange.

Her long lashes trembled, hiding the emotions in her eyes.

No one knew that she and the new emperor had once shared a past.

That year, she was a young woman from the Xie family, raised away from home. In the pouring rain, she rescued a boy. Though quiet and withdrawn, he repaired the broken tiles and crumbling walls for her.

After she looked after him for a while, he asked her to meet him at the temple in town. He said there was something he wanted to tell her.

On the day of their meeting, someone from the Xie family came to take her home. Conflict flashed in her eyes, but in the end, she did not go to see him.

She didn't know that the boy waited from dawn till dusk that day, the colored-glass lantern in his hands gradually going dark, as if it were an omen.

She never came. Instead, a farewell letter arrived. Amid white walls and tiled roofs, the boy's dark eyes grew increasingly sinister in the night. He lowered his gaze and spoke lightly.

"So you're just like them after all."

Later, he fought his way back to the capital, took the dragon throne, and eliminated everyone who had betrayed him. Only she remained. He watched her slender waist sway as she rushed into the arms of that otherworldly man.

He lowered his head. No one saw the cold light in his eyes.

When they met again, the young emperor's expression was indifferent, his beauty unmatched. He slowly stepped down from the imperial carriage, looked at her graceful, delicate figure, and asked with a faint smile, "Sister-in-law, do you still remember me?"

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Only before she died did Zhu Li learn that the husband who had always loved her had been keeping another woman outside their home.

When Zhu Li was gravely ill, that woman came to their door with a child who had just turned six, crying and demanding that Zhu Li grant her a formal place in the household.

Her usually gentle and considerate husband not only allowed it, but told her, "This is only a temporary measure."

Lying in her sickbed, she heard laughter and merriment from the front courtyard. The mistress of the Tan family had been married for eight years without bearing a child, but now the Tan family would have an heir.

No one knew that the Tan family's mistress, the woman they were talking about, was standing in the ancestral hall.

The moldy family rules had imprisoned her for eight whole years. At last, on this day, the bright torches lit up her gentle face and revealed the hypocrisy of Tan Ruxu.

"A Li, don't do anything rash."

It was rare to see him lose his composure.

Zhu Li smiled faintly. She had thought she would hysterically demand to know whether all his care, consideration, gentleness, and patience over the years had been false. But now that the moment had come, she was remarkably calm.

"A Tan, I'm tired."

Looking back on her life, she had married twice. When she was young and knew no better, her father had arranged a match for her.

The man was steady in character and handsome. His only flaw was that he was too rigid.

In the three years they were married, she had seen him only a handful of times.

Later, she fell for Tan Ruxu, a newly risen star in the capital who had just placed third in the palace examinations. He was gentle, like a spring breeze.

Zhu Li left her first husband at all costs, and in less than half a year she married again. The couple loved each other and treated each other with respect.

She thought she had finally found the life she wanted.

But now, it all seemed more like a joke.

Zhu Li closed her eyes and tossed the torch into the air. Soon, flames and thick smoke engulfed her completely. Everything before her turned dark, and she never saw the man who had come to the Tan family banquet that day: a powerful figure who had become a close confidant of the emperor.

When she opened her eyes again, she was back ten years in the past.

She had been married to her first husband for just three months when her maid hurried in.

"Miss, the young master has been kneeling for two hours. Should he keep going?"

Zhu Li suddenly remembered how she had treated her first husband.

Not well.

Not at all.

Theme: Don't surrender to your circumstances.