Carry Me in Your Form (Women Reign Supreme)

Pei Zhaoye, the eldest legitimate daughter of the Pei clan of Hedong, was a prodigy as a child. But a chilling poison left her unable to walk. After completing her period of mourning, she returned to the capital with nothing but a wheelchair and a heart full of resentment.

The court was a treacherous place, where the Crown Princess's faction held power unchecked, corruption ran rampant, and plots abounded. From her wheelchair, she made her calculations and moved her pieces without a sound, seeing through people's hearts. With her ailing, broken body, she upheld the Pei family's name in Hedong, vowing to clear her mother's name.

And then there was Xiao Yunzheng, the Junjun of Anyang, reeking of wine. His debauchery was an act, while his heart was as clear as a mirror. The world saw him as a dissolute drunk and a madman who brought death to his wives. Only Pei Zhaoye saw the sharpness beneath his brocade robes, and the lucidity behind his drunken, unfocused eyes.

Can one rule the world from a wheelchair?

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Pei Zhaoye lifted the red bridal veil from his head. His face was still the same as it had been the day they first met, composed and neither joyful nor sad. She answered solemnly:

"Has anyone ever become chancellor despite having a crippled body? Then I'll be the first in all of history."

Xiao Yunzheng stared at her in a daze, his gaze burning, his heart pounding like a drum.

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A fictional matriarchal setting, drawing heavily on the atmosphere of the mid-to-late Tang dynasty, as well as some unofficial history of my own invention.

A frail wheelchair-bound strategist x an unhinged, devoted Junjun

Political intrigue is the focus. The heroine's goal is to enter court and become chancellor.

Both are virgins, one-on-one romance. Some supporting characters, including women, have feelings for the heroine.

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Content warnings:

The heroine is a lifelong Confucian traditionalist, so her views may be somewhat feudal.

Male pregnancy. Nothing below the neck will be described, but any sexual intimacy is a fictional female-dominant pairing (dickgirl x cuntboy).

I'm just a vulgar author who likes dickboys. If that's not your thing, don't read it, but please don't insult me. I'm begging you, ladies and gentlemen.

Theme: Grow through adversity and keep looking on the bright side.