After Being Reborn, I Married My Ex-Husband's Father

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Coming soon: The Tyrant's Exclusive Love After a Marriage Alliance

Completed novels in my collection: The Fake Princess Became a True Noble Consort After Rebirth; The Emperor Chased Me Relentlessly After Rebirth

Synopsis:

In her previous life, Zheng Xiangyi defied the late emperor's wishes and insisted on marrying the Second Prince, Feng Yu. In the fourth year after Feng Yu ascended the throne, a Noble Consort entered the palace and became pregnant, putting Zheng Xiangyi's position as empress in grave danger.

The late emperor had always worried most about her. Before he died, he held her hand tightly and asked:

"Xiangyi, you insisted on marrying him. Do you regret it?"

"I don't," she answered firmly at the time.

But in the end, she did regret it. She regretted defying the emperor's wishes and marrying Feng Yu, and regretted angering the late emperor so badly that he vomited blood. Most of all, she regretted that when those eyes, always filled with warmth, gazed at her for the last time, they held nothing but disappointment.

Zheng Xiangyi set Fengyi Palace ablaze. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the age of fifteen.

Feng Yu had yet to gain power. She had not pledged herself to him, and she had not caused His Majesty to fall ill.

This time, she coldly turned away the Second Prince as he tried to win her favor, then threw herself into the warm embrace she had been separated from for four years.

"After you left, they all bullied me."

Emperor Jingzhao was best at one thing in his life: restraint.

Except when it came to Zheng Xiangyi, he broke every rule.

She was just a young girl entrusted to him by the Empress Dowager on her deathbed, yet he doted on her more than any princess. He taught her calligraphy and painting, and fastened her cloak around her in the swirling snow. The entire court knew she was the jewel in the emperor's heart.

He had planned to find her a good husband to protect her and keep her safe once she came of age.

But when Xiangyi, tipsy, nestled into his arms and mumbled, "Your Majesty is better than all of them," every plan was overturned in an instant...

Why should the girl he had raised with such care be sent to someone else to suffer?

Feng Yu hated Zheng Xiangyi's spoiled, willful nature, yet coveted her peerless beauty and the imperial favor she had behind her.

To achieve his ambitions, he humored her, and after being rebuffed again and again, he truly fell for her.

"Father, I humbly ask to marry Xiangyi," he finally knelt in Zichen Hall to request permission.

But when he looked up, he saw...

Zheng Xiangyi, who had always looked down on him, curled lazily in his father's arms. Her eyes swept over him indifferently, her red lips alluring.

His supreme, untouchable father held her in his arms and raised an eyebrow at his words.

"What a coincidence. I have intentions of my own."

Please read the content warnings carefully:

1. The male lead is not a virgin and is 18 years older than the female lead;

2. The female lead and male lead are not related by blood and have no adoptive relationship. He only raised her in accordance with the Empress Dowager's dying wish;

3. At the point of rebirth, the female lead is 15 and the male lead is 33;

4. If this really bothers you, please don't read it. The author is just indulging a personal kink.

Coming Soon: The Tyrant's Exclusive Love After a Marriage Alliance

[Tyrant x Delicate Beauty | 12-year age gap | Both virgins]

After Yue lost the war, its least favored princess, Yaoyao, was sent to Yan for a marriage alliance.

She was peerlessly beautiful, but her mother had died young, and her timid nature made her the perfect sacrifice.

As she left the palace, her maid wept. "Your Highness is so delicate. How will you survive in Yan..."

Everyone knew that Emperor Yan Sui was violent and unpredictable. He had murdered his brother to seize the throne, slaughtered the entire court, and even once strangled a consort who had angered him. He was a tyrant who had climbed to the throne over a mountain of bones.

How could a man like that show mercy to a delicate beauty sent from an enemy state?

On the day they first met, the Golden Hall was cold and murderous. Yaoyao knelt on the ground, trembling.

"Look up."

At the cold command, she raised her trembling eyes. The man on the throne wore dark robes, his figure tall and imposing, his fingers idly turning a jade thumb ring.

After a long moment, he sneered. "Her?"

His tone was contemptuous, as if she were an insignificant tribute.

But the next day, an imperial decree made her a Noble Consort, leaving the entire court in an uproar.

With no one to rely on in the man-eating imperial palace, Yaoyao could only clumsily try to please him.

She brewed a cup of tea he found bitter, embroidered a crooked handkerchief, and, when thunder crashed in the middle of the night, gathered her courage and burrowed into his arms.

"Your Majesty..." Her voice was soft, and she trembled like a little wildcat.

Woken by the disturbance, the man's brows furrowed with impatience. "It's only wind and rain. Is that enough to scare you?"

She looked up timidly. "With Your Majesty here, Yaoyao isn't afraid..."

The man sneered, but his palm cupped the back of her neck and pressed her into his embrace. His voice was hoarse. "What are you afraid of? I'm here."

Everyone was convinced the princess sent from Yue for the marriage alliance wouldn't survive three months in the tyrant's hands, and that she was doomed to a miserable fate.

But who could have guessed that the delicate princess would not only save her own life, but also capture the tyrant's heart?

For her, the tyrant drenched the Yue royal family in blood, executed everyone who had bullied her, abolished the six palaces and left his harem empty. He even defied the court and insisted on raising her to the empress's throne.

The histories record her as a femme fatale,

but a tyrant and a femme fatale were always made for each other.

Message: Be reborn and find yourself again