After the Sickly Empress Awoke

Ongoing: Palace Intrigue? More Like a Beloved Darling's Funeral Pyre! Also collecting favorites for a similar upcoming novel, After the Grand Princess Wakes Up~ Xie Qingxue never knew that a person could simply lose years of their life out of nowhere. It was only a long dream. When she woke again, ten years had already passed. She stepped out of the secret chamber. Her delicate fingers, as if carved from ice and jade, lifted the curtain of broken jade beads. Then she heard a familiar, domineering voice rumble down as it sternly berated someone. She would recognize him even reduced to ashes: her husband, the Son of Heaven of Great Qian, Emperor Li Ao. The lingering warmth of the previous night's intimacy still filled her heart. She could hardly wait to see him and throw herself into his broad, strong embrace. But the scene before her as she entered the hall seemed to freeze her inch by inch. Kneeling on the ground was her eldest son, the child she had cherished since the day he was born. He had grown so much, his back unbowed, while blood dripped from him drop by drop. And the whip in her husband's hand was coming down hard, its barbed hooks gleaming coldly. Rage surged through her. She hurled the stone jade in her hand straight at him. Who gave Li Ao the nerve? Had he not spent enough time kneeling on the washboard already? Reading guide: A delicate, sickly beauty as cold and exquisite as carved ice and jade, and a mighty, domineering emperor who's afraid of his wife The male lead is over 1.9 meters tall. Extreme height difference. (Proof of authorship, 2024.4.25) Palace Intrigue? More Like a Beloved Darling's Funeral Pyre! Synopsis: [Bewitching, flirtatious temptress × mighty, domineering, unruly emperor] In the tenth year of Yonghe, the realm was unified and a grand selection was held across the country. Emperor Qin Shuo of the Great Cheng dynasty, who had achieved an unparalleled feat, was not yet thirty. He stood over eight chi tall, with a handsome, imposing appearance, and his harem was still empty. At once, eligible women from across the realm flocked to the capital, nearly clawing each other to pieces for a single place. In the end, only a dozen or so were admitted to the palace for an audience and selection. At the investiture ceremony, everyone who had not been rejected received a title, except for one: the daughter of the Protector General, renowned as a living Daji. Si Tanying. Countless cold, contemptuous gazes fell upon her. The next moment, they watched in disbelief as the emperor's trusted aide, the chief palace eunuch, respectfully addressed her as Lady Si, bowed and scraped, and ushered her into the golden chamber. The young ladies who had just sneered at and looked down on her were so jealous their faces twisted and their nails broke in their palms. They gnashed their teeth. "She only has her face going for her." . That night, as expected, the emperor summoned Lady Si. The warm chambers of the pepper palace, carpets embroidered with gold, and misty brocade shimmering like clouds of rosy haze. The beauty on the couch was like a painting, like a demon, stealing souls with a glance. The towering, mighty emperor, wild and unruly, crouched down and carefully held the golden shoe of his peerlessly beautiful consort. In the flickering candlelight and dreamy shadows, a jade-white leg reached out from beneath the gold-embroidered dragon-and-phoenix curtain. Her tiny toe, as smooth as a branch of jade, lightly hooked beneath the emperor's chin. Her voice was soft enough to melt his bones. "Brother A Shuo..." Before she could finish, his large hand uncontrollably clenched. A soft laugh. A hint of mockery. . Si Tanying met Qin Shuo at fourteen. At sixteen, he schemed to seize her by force and kept her hidden away in a golden chamber as his private possession. Years later, by her own efforts, she escaped the palace and won her freedom beneath the open sky. Then an imperial edict summoned her back to the palace. As she watched the emperor, once high above all others on the Golden Throne, bend down and kneel before her in heart-wrenching anguish, begging her to forgive him... Her gaze remained as calm as deep water, without the slightest ripple. Her face held a bright, charming smile, just as it had back then. She spoke gently: "Then, Your Majesty, why don't you lock me up and put me in iron chains, like a dog tied to the foot of your bed every day?" Reading guide: 1. Extreme height difference 2. Both leads are each other's first and only partners, in body and heart Theme: A happy family