My Spoiled Imperial Consort

1v1, both leads have only one partner (the whole story has been carefully polished; thank you all for supporting the official version)

In her previous life, Xiao Zhiyun entered the palace and became a Noble Consort. She lived in comfort, with expensive fox-fur robes from a thousand gold pieces laid underfoot and fruit juice served in Hetian jade cups, while she lounged around and was fed every day.

But the dog emperor always thought she was hiding something. Every day, he either gazed at her sadly or held her while they slept, with no intimacy at all.

Yes, a blessed life where she didn't even have to attend him in bed.

Xiao Zhiyun (lowering her head) thought: Is Ling Zhouxing perhaps...

Reborn one day, Xiao Zhiyun returned to the palace for the good life she had dreamed of. But the dog emperor only made her a low-ranking Beauty and sent her off to a dilapidated palace.

Xiao Zhiyun looked at the cobwebs covering the eaves and burst into tears.

Who knew that before she even stepped inside, palace servants would come to congratulate her as a Jieyu and politely invite her to move into a new palace?

Xiao Zhiyun (delighted), wiping her tears: I get promoted just for crying?

The male lead's perspective:

Ling Zhouxing had suffered from a heart condition since childhood, and he often dreamed of someone.

She seemed to love him very much, but Ling Zhouxing didn't know how to love.

All he did was turn around and give her the fox-fur robe just presented from the Western Regions to use as a footstool, pour her fruit juice into a jade cup, and massage her shoulders and waist at night.

He sneered at his dream self, and loathed the enchantress who appeared in his dreams even more.

Until one day, he saw that exact same face among the palace selection candidates.

Ling Zhouxing was determined to defy the man in his dreams, so he gave her the lowest rank and the worst palace.

When he learned that Xiao Zhiyun had cried her eyes out, Ling Zhouxing should have been delighted. Instead, his heart condition flared up. He stared blankly as he pressed a hand to his chest.

Bonus scene:

Xiao Zhiyun wondered why Ling Zhouxing was treating her so badly in this life. Could it be that she'd entered the palace at the wrong time?

The palace matrons all said that men always loved that sort of thing.

She'd never done it, but it sounded reasonable enough. So one day, Xiao Zhiyun boldly dressed in something cool and revealing, her ears red as she waited for him under the covers.

Ling Zhouxing (lifting the covers) (confused): Aren't you cold?

Xiao Zhiyun: ...Go die.

Ling Zhouxing had no idea where Xiao Zhiyun had gotten her fussy ways. She wouldn't eat fish unless every bone was removed, wouldn't eat meat if the slices were cut too thick, and would gag if the sauce was too strong. As for grapes, she would never peel them herself.

After peeling a lychee and removing the pit, he held it to Xiao Zhiyun's lips and asked with a bemused expression, "Who spoiled you this much?"

Xiao Zhiyun blinked (opening her mouth to eat): ...

My new novel is out: After Eloping with My Archrival

1.

Lu Zhiyuan thought she was a thoroughly awful person.

She'd disliked Xie Yao, the young lord from Dongjun, for a long time.

Xie Yao's gaze fell on the young lady, who was so angry that even the back of her head seemed to sulk.

He suddenly realized that the noble ladies raised in luxury in the capital seemed rather different from what he had imagined.

He certainly hadn't expected the "pretend" scene they'd acted out by accident in a bandit's den to turn real.

Perhaps he'd been bewitched.

Though he hadn't drunk a drop, he felt profoundly drunk.

2.

Xie Yao had been quite troubled lately.

The young lady he'd unexpectedly been intimate with treated it as a fleeting affair and refused to take responsibility.

Yet somehow, that absurd incident happened a second time, and they both tacitly agreed not to mention it.

So Lu Zhiyuan made three demands:

1. At most, once every three days.

2. Don't leave any marks on me.

3. In public, act as if we still don't know each other.

He stared at her pale fingertips, lost in thought, and didn't hear a word the young lady said.

Theme: Life has its ups and downs. Take things as they come.