[A mad, deceptively innocent Crown Prince x a seductive, seemingly pure Princess]
Two crazies / younger man / not-quite-siblings
Everyone in the capital knows that the woman who receives the new emperor’s reckless favors on his bed each night is Su Zuiwan, the only daughter of the late dynasty’s princess and her consort.
On the day the kingdom fell, Su Zuiwan’s frail, vine-like mother trembled as she climbed onto the old emperor’s bed. But even as she faced death with a white silk noose around her neck, she remained a low-ranking concubine. Su Zuiwan, on the other hand, entered the palace as a Noble Consort, yet insisted on spending every night in the chambers of the man who was, in name, her younger brother.
People said the new emperor was a brilliant scholar and warrior, a capable ruler, but ignorant when it came to women, which was why he had fallen for a femme fatale.
The Censorate submitted a blood-written secret memorial, imploring His Majesty to follow the old precedent of the former emperor and the Execution Terrace: two years from now, he should personally place a white silk noose around the orphan’s neck, ensuring the dynasty’s safety and long-lasting reign.
Xie Shan still remembered the day he first saw her in the palace. A beauty like a flower bud, sitting beside the pond in a pink dress.
The beauty was slowly cutting open a peony with a gold-inlaid knife. Crimson sap trickled down her snow-white wrist like a pool of blood spreading across the ground.
Su Zuiwan turned to him with a tender look and called him “A Shan” in a lingering voice.
He held her dew-damp, snow-white wrist and laughed. A temptress like this belonged locked in a brocade tent for his pleasure, kept in a cage to serve him night after night. She could live clinging to the emperor’s sleeve, but she would never deserve the phoenix seal.
In the blink of an eye, the two-year deadline was near. The new emperor was growing ever more besotted with his Noble Consort, and the entire court trembled, fearing the new dynasty would be destroyed by a femme fatale.
The Censorate impeached the Noble Consort on thirty charges overnight, and memorials piled up on the imperial desk.
Xie Shan covered the slightly rounded belly of the person behind him with his palm, then flung the bloodstained memorial onto the steps below the throne. His sword grazed the robe of an elderly official who had dared to remonstrate, and he gave a cold laugh. “Why don’t you gamble on it? Which will hit the ground first, your heads or the phoenix crown I place on Wan’er?”
[A little scene]
“They say, Elder Sister, that you’re a bewitching demon who sucks out people’s souls.”
“Elder Sister, what do you think?”
On the imperial bed, the candlelight was dim and the red gauze rippled.
The young emperor obsessively stroked the silver anklet around her ankle, letting the memorials of protest dig into the small of her back.
Su Zuiwan looked into Xie Shan’s possessive eyes and gently brushed his reddened eyelids. The chains jingled. She could feel the person before her breathing faster. Su Zuiwan smiled at him and asked in return:
“Then, Your Majesty... would you like to lock the bewitching demon up even tighter?”
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A beauty’s blade must pierce the emperor’s heart.
In short, it’s a story about a wolfish younger brother pretending to be foolish so he can devour his elder sister~
Reader’s guide:
Both leads are sexually inexperienced; happy ending.
Old-school style.
After much thought, I still think younger men are more appealing.
The whole world knows the heroine is the daughter of the former dynasty’s princess and consort.
Shan is pronounced like “yan,” third tone.
Theme: Break free from constraints and bravely strive forward
