[A moody, bloodthirsty yandere × a clever, spirited girl who transmigrates]
Wen Jiachu transmigrated into an unfinished novel. The author, fed up with being called the male side character's mother, angrily had the male and female leads killed by that character. Wen Jiachu could only survive and return home by reforming the yandere and giving the leads a happy ending.
After transmigrating as a little ball of glutinous rice, she stuck close to the little yandere, only to be poisoned to death not long after.
After coming back to life, Wen Jiachu decided to try again. This time, she transmigrated as the general's legitimate daughter. Without hesitation, she pointed at the poor, pitiful little yandere and declared, “I want him as my personal guard.”
That would make him easier to keep an eye on. But she never expected that after she kindly cooked for the little yandere, she would accidentally cut her finger. The single red drop of blood that seeped out would become his obsession.
Who could have known that before long, an imperial edict would arrive, ordering her to marry the emperor and bring him good fortune? She had become the little yandere's Imperial Mother?!
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After spending some time with Zhong Qi, Wen Jiachu realized that although he was a prince, his violent nature was hard to change. She had no choice but to use her position to make him behave, of course, with a few “improper” exchanges along the way.
For instance,
When the yandere went on a rampage, she helplessly offered her wrist. “You may bite me once.”
When the yandere was sad, she offered her tender wrist again.
When the yandere was injured, his wicked gaze turned to the side of her neck...
Wen Jiachu could only grit her teeth and endure as the heat of his blood and lips consumed her.
After all her painstaking efforts, Zhong Qi seemed to have been successfully reformed. He became generous and kind, caring for the poor and lonely. At a glance, Wen Jiachu even thought he had the air of a refined young gentleman.
Wen Jiachu was greatly comforted. She gave him a sachet she'd embroidered, not noticing that Zhong Qi's gaze had taken on a different quality.
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Zhong Qi knew better than anyone that he was a man guilty of countless crimes.
During the period when Wen Jiachu was stripped of her title as punishment for a transgression, she often stayed outside the city. Lately, soft moans and whimpers could often be heard from the tranquil Changchun Garden. The palace attendants sighed, guessing that the kindhearted emperor had forgiven the consort.
Little did they know, the emperor wasn't in the garden at all, and there was no question of forgiveness.
Wen Jiachu lay on the bed, feeling his sharp canine teeth pierce the side of her neck, then suck at the wound. She couldn't help but stiffen.
Zhong Qi licked the bead of blood that had seeped from her skin, his mood brightening. “Your blood is still the sweetest.”
PS: They don't have an intimate relationship while they are still together.
Theme: Live well
