Escape from the Bewitching King’s Pomegranate Skirt

Yao Qiqi was once a noblewoman from a prestigious family. Tragically, her father was framed, and her entire family was executed.

To stay alive, she disguised herself as a man, took the name Tao Qi, and scraped by in a tiny, impoverished workshop.

One workshop laborer's goals:

1. Stay alive.

2. Become a remarkable man.

3. Fuck the regent who murdered her family.

Years later, the iron-fisted regent spent a fortune outbidding others at an auction to buy a male slave. He was a completely useless, disobedient brat whose only skill was warming the bed.

Everyone knew the regent held all the power and had killed countless people. Yet in his personal life, he was austere and abstinent, and kept his distance from women.

Before long, rumors were flying that the regent was gay.

Tao Qi believed it without a doubt. That very night, she dressed up seductively, hid a dagger in her sleeve, and crawled toward the regent's bed, intent on stabbing him to death.

But she found a man and a woman on the bed, engaged in an indescribable act, while three black-clad assassins crept down from above like spiders.

Tao Qi: 6

The two stand-ins died, but the regent rewarded Tao Qi for shouting to raise the alarm and protect her master.

The regent looked at "him" with satisfaction. "Of all the servants in my household, you're the most talented. A good leader has a responsibility to recommend subordinates for a bigger stage. Interested in going to the palace?"

Tao Qi felt a sharp pain in a certain nonexistent part of her body.

In the candlelight, the regent's face was hard to read. "It's fine. If you pretend to be a woman, you won't have to take that cut. That shouldn't be hard for you, right?"

Pretending to be a man pretending to be a woman. That was a very difficult line to walk.

The regent: "Go on. Go be a remarkable woman!"

The day Tao Qi sat upon the throne, she lifted Song Wuji's chin with the tip of her foot, and her twelve-strand crown didn't sway in the slightest. She laughed like a conqueror. "This is what you wanted, Regent. Now that's remarkable."

Coming soon: My Wife, My Teacher

The Buddha said that in a place where fierce winds blow, one must sculpt a Buddha statue from fine sand.

Only then can my master come back to life.

P.S. There's a story on my profile about a CEO in a suit who's constantly striking poses and begging for favorites. Go feel sorry for him, quick. He has no favorites and no wife. He's so pitiful, sob sob sob…

Theme: Stay true to yourself, reject emotional manipulation, and don't let yourself get trapped in mental exhaustion.