Bewitching the Powerful Minister

A scheming, alluring beauty vs. a young nobleman who keeps delivering face-slapping comebacks

Yan Shijin knew exactly why Ji Yunse had deliberately approached him. Her father, Marquis Zhang Qi, had sent her into the palace, hoping her youth and beauty would catch the Emperor's eye, but that hadn't worked. She then tried to seduce two grown princes, also without success, and had finally set her sights on him, doing everything she could to tempt him.

The first time, she fell from a height with perfect precision, using the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck and throw herself at him.

The second time, she pretended to be in a sorry state in the rain, then took advantage of the moment to climb into his carriage and press her body against his.

And most outrageous of all, she sneaked into his room late at night and spied on him while he bathed, with obvious ulterior motives.

She was such a frivolous, shallow woman. He would never so much as glance at her, aside from repeatedly warning her!

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Ji Yunse was forced into the palace, where she had to tread carefully among its scheming tigers and wolves. To avoid disaster, she set her sights on Yan Guogong's heir, Yan Shijin, the Emperor's nephew, whom even the princes feared.

Fortunately, he wasn't interested in women! Clinging to him would leave her nothing to worry about.

But as she kept clinging to him, she realized that the look in his eyes was becoming more and more suspicious!

At a palace banquet one night, with the intoxicating evening all around them, the woman's eyes were sultry as silk. She glanced at her slender, pale wrist, caught in his strong, sinewy fingers, and spoke with breath as sweet as orchids:

“Does the young lord fear me? Why won't you look at me?”

The usually aloof and distant young lord faced the girl who had once intruded into his lascivious dreams. Now she was begging him for help after being drugged, and without hesitation, he covered her lips with his own...

Ji Yunse: ?...

Yan Shijin thought it only natural that they would become husband and wife, but after Ji Yunse used his influence to leave the palace, she actually ran away!

That night, flames soared into the sky from the meditation chamber. Yan Shijin, the ruthless and decisive “tool” of a man, immediately noticed something wrong with the fake corpse, his gaze turning icy.

When they met again in the misty waterways of Jiangnan, the stern and ruthless minister gripped the beauty's chin and pointed his sword at the row of male lovers kneeling across the courtyard. His grip seemed strong enough to crush her as he said:

“Tell me, which one should die first?”

# Since you dared to tempt me, you should marry me. Want to run? Not a chance! #

1v1, sc, he.

My next novel, After the Tyrant Mistook Me for a Princess, is currently in the works. Please add it to your collection! Here's the blurb:

On the day of the coup, Princess Jiayao put on a maid's clothes and fled, only to die beneath a rain of arrows.

Meanwhile, the unlucky companion Jiang Yueli, ordered to impersonate the princess and lure away the rebels, was brought before the new Emperor, Rong Ce.

This ruthless vassal prince had just killed his own imperial nephew and seized the throne. His silver armor was stained with blood, and his eyes were cold as frost.

Jiang Yueli had prepared herself to die in the princess's place, but the man tossed aside his bloodied blade.

“My useless eldest brother and his son have so little blood left in the family, and you even call me great-uncle...”

He lifted the girl's chin with his strong fingers. Meeting her clear, lovely eyes, he smiled charmingly.

“How could I wipe them out completely?”

From then on, the “fake princess” became the lowest-ranking servant by the new Emperor's side. He humiliated her in every way he could, determined to crush the last shred of dignity left to the former Emperor and his son.

Jiang Yueli knew she was an impostor, and she knew the man on the throne was violent and ruthless, with a blood feud against the former Emperor and his son over his mother's murder and the seizure of the throne. She carefully placated him, hoping only to stay alive.

Rong Ce did indeed soften. Perhaps there really was such a thing as doting on a much younger generation. Otherwise, why was that little coward, who hadn't even grown all her hair, looking more and more pleasing to him?

He made her kneel, but after it rained, he irritably called her back to grind his ink.

He threw her into the cold palace, then trudged through the snow late at night just to make sure she wasn't freezing.

And when assassins ambushed them, he even instinctively leaned in front of her to shield her...

He treated her this way, yet she took the first chance she got to escape and disappeared without a trace.

Late at night, a sword scabbard knocked on the wooden gate of a frontier town.

Outside stood the Emperor in dark robes, black hair and frost in his eyes, backed by ranks of armored soldiers.

“To deceive me like this...”

He approached step by step, his fingertips brushing the girl's pallid face. His voice was so cold it made her shiver.

“Tell me, do you think I can bring myself to kill you this time?”

1v1, sc, he. Age gap (9 years), size difference, and generational gap.

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