Indulging Her

The neighboring novel, After Successfully Winning Over the Tyrant, is now available! · Sui Pengxian was born into a marquis's family. As beautiful as peach blossoms and naturally lovely, she was the kind of heavenly beauty the world thought had no flaws. But she had troubles of her own. Her illiterate fiance, who supposedly threw down his books and brushes at the age of twelve and left to join the army, was coming back. After a great victory against the Northern Di, he had become a rising star in the Xu Dynasty, basking in boundless glory. With Zhao Geng about to return to the capital and be granted the title of duke, Sui Pengxian was also being urged to fulfill their engagement as soon as possible. Sui Pengxian was fed up with it all. To her surprise, Zhao Geng took the initiative and came to see her. "I've come to break off the engagement." The man stood tall as a jade mountain, his eyes deep as an abyss, his gaze at her cold and restrained. Sui Pengxian clenched her fists in secret, furious that he was so blind. The engagement had to be broken off, but she would make him regret it. · Lately, the women and aunties in every corner of Bianjing had been talking about one thing. "Have you heard? The Duke of Dingguo has come to propose again and again!" Everyone was speculating about whether the proud young lady, whose beauty was unrivaled in Bianjing, would say yes this time. Some busybodies even started a betting pool, prompting plenty of people to place their bets. This marriage had quietly captured the hearts of Bianjing's gossip-loving residents. · Sui Pengxian looked at the man before her and lifted her chin haughtily. He might be a little old, but he was handsome, in good shape, and knew to take the initiative and coax her. Sui Pengxian was satisfied enough, but she had three conditions. "First, after I marry you, you must make me the most admired woman in all of Bianjing." "Second, behind closed doors and between husband and wife, you must do as I say." "Third, I won't have children, and no one else is allowed to have your children either." Sui Pengxian raised her breathtakingly beautiful face and said with prim composure: "That's all. If you agree to everything, I'll marry you." Zhao Geng could of course see the nervousness beneath her imperious tone. The general, who had spent years among the wind, frost, blades, and swords, had never seen a flower bloom so dazzlingly. He nodded and said yes. Sui Pengxian immediately smiled. "Fine. Since you can't live without me, are utterly devoted to me, and would be plunged into despair without me..." "I'll reluctantly agree to marry you." Zhao Geng pulled his very pleased fiancee into his arms and held her close. He had a feeling married life would be quite exciting. After Successfully Winning Over the Tyrant · Zhu Yu knew that the beauty sent by the Southern Dynasty as a political bride had been trained from childhood to beguile the ruler and destroy the Northern Kingdom. He had heard she was a peerless beauty, unmatched in all the world. She could dance on a palm and play the zither of the Northern Kingdom. At first, Zhu Yu had dismissed her out of hand. Until that day. The beauty sent by the Southern Dynasty stepped gracefully down from her sedan chair and bowed with a smile. She said, "Long live Your Majesty." Only then did Zhu Yu look up. He thought that someone who declared her loyalty the moment she arrived was at least clever. At one glance, his breath caught. Uncommonly beautiful, delicate as jade, graceful and light: a true beauty. Hah. The Southern Dynasty's beauty trap really did have something to it. · Zhu Yu arrogantly assumed that Zhuang Mi would stay by his side forever. She would become the empress of the Northern Kingdom and share his glory. Until an accident. With faces full of grief, the palace servants told him that the empress had died. A year later, on the anniversary of her death, Zhu Yu got dead drunk. Then he unexpectedly learned two things. She had set the fire herself. On the day she died, she had just been diagnosed as more than two months pregnant. · The Northern Emperor's reputation for cruelty spread ever farther. The little girl in Zhuang Mi's arms, as pretty as a carved doll, suddenly clapped her hands and began singing a nursery rhyme. "The Northern Emperor's blade, the refugees flee; all you hear are cries, and nowhere is peace..." Her face turned pale, and she gently covered the child's mouth. The next moment, someone kicked the courtyard gate open with brutal force, making a tremendous crash. Holding her daughter, who was hiccuping in fright, Zhuang Mi stared steadily at the person at the gate. Three years had passed, and his presence was more ferocious than ever, like a blade drawn from its sheath. Zhu Yu looked at the little girl in her arms, whose curly hair was exactly like his, and approached with a dark expression. "What sort of nonsense have you been teaching My Princess?" Theme: Love takes effort from both people