Two Kings Cannot Share the Same Throne

★ A glorious young commander x a pampered, frail princess The young commander Bian Cong had just put down a rebellion in the southwest, and was at the height of her fame. The emperor secretly summoned her back to the capital to discuss important military affairs late into the night. By the time they finished, it was very late, so Bian Cong made do with a night’s rest in the Imperial Study. The next morning, when she came out, she happened to run into the frail Third Princess, with whom she had never gotten along. The Third Princess’s face was pale and ethereal. She coughed twice in the breeze and said gently, “Commander, it’s been a long time.” The eunuch beside her, afraid the two might start arguing, hurriedly draped a cloak over her shoulders and urged her in a hushed voice, “Your Highness, the wind is strong. Let’s go back.” ... A long time? Bian Cong leisurely straightened her lapels, then stood on the steps and looked down at her, utterly at ease. “This foolish subject has one thing she still doesn’t understand. I hope Your Highness will enlighten me. Since Your Highness says it’s been ‘a long time,’ then...” “Who was it that came to the Imperial Study in the middle of the night yesterday, when everyone else was asleep, looking for me to comfort her?” - Bian Cong and the Third Princess had been childhood sweethearts, but as they grew older, their opposing political factions drove them apart. Bian Cong had thought the two of them were sworn enemies, until not long ago, when she was on the verge of death after a battle. The tent flap suddenly flew open, and someone she had not seen in ages slipped inside. It was the Third Princess. The Third Princess abandoned her usual gentle demeanor, her voice heavy with urgency. “...You are not allowed to die.” “Why?” Bian Cong asked, enduring the pain as she raised an eyebrow at her in surprise. “Seventeen years ago, Commander, you said you would marry me. I have remembered it ever since.” The beautiful, sickly woman coughed twice, climbed onto the bed, and straddled Bian Cong’s waist. Gritting her teeth, she said, “A commander’s word is as good as gold!” - Everyone said Commander Bian had rendered great service, while the Third Princess wielded considerable power. Though they had been childhood sweethearts, they never crossed paths without clashing, hated each other, and were on such bad terms that they wanted to kill one another. So when Bian Cong returned to the capital this time, the court was in turmoil. Impeachment memorials from their rival factions could have buried the Imperial Study. But a month later, the two of them... got married. The court officials: ??? The emperor frowned at the pair standing before the imperial desk to ask for permission to marry. “What is going on with you two?” Bian Cong opened her mouth. “Her voice sounds nice.” Wen Renyi coughed. “She’s good at cooking.” The emperor: ...? ★ One-on-one romance, happy ending, romance-focused Theme: To be added