After Marrying My Archrival, the Crown Prince

Fu Qingli and the Crown Prince had been at odds since childhood, unable to stand the sight of each other. Who could have guessed that after an accident and a scheme against them, they would both be drugged and trapped in a remote mountain wilderness?

Several days later, a rescue party arrived. To protect her reputation and silence gossip, the Emperor issued an edict betrothing her to the Crown Prince.

Fu Qingli had originally had an excellent marriage prospect. When she was twelve, her birth mother died. Before long, she had a stepmother, and with a stepmother came a father who turned against her. Her stepmother quietly told her younger sister that if Fu Qingli met with an accident, the marriage could be transferred to the younger sister. Just then, someone claiming to be an enemy of the Crown Prince proposed a clever plan to the mother and daughter. If they did as he said, they would kill two birds with one stone.

Everyone knew that Fu Qingli and the Crown Prince were enemies. Whenever they met, there was bound to be a terrible commotion. If she married him, she would have no happy days ahead.

But her younger sister and her friends waited and waited, and Fu Qingli never ended up neglected or despised. Instead, they heard that the new emperor had made her empress and kept the imperial harem empty for her.

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The younger sister, unwilling to accept this, accompanied her parents to the palace to visit. But the sun rose high in the sky, and they still weren't summoned.

She crept toward the sleeping quarters and crouched outside the wall to eavesdrop. Suddenly, she heard a thud, as if someone had been pushed against the window.

A woman angrily demanded, "Xie Cong! Have you no shame? Why have you hidden my undergarments again, and my, my..."

"Your underpants?" The man chuckled softly, lazily. "I only picked them up to borrow them. How is that hiding them?"

"Besides, Qingqing won't let me return to my room, so I can't sleep through the long night. What else am I supposed to do?"

His voice lowered, brimming with pitiful pleading. It was none other than the reigning emperor, renowned for his ruthless decisiveness.

The eavesdropping younger sister went pale.

Weren't they sworn enemies??

[Timid, soft-spoken crybaby x refined scoundrel with a big bad wolf's tail]

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Theme: Love means generosity and acceptance.