The Demon Emperor's Adored Divine Doctor

She was an orphan, abandoned by her mother after her father died. After transmigrating, she found warmth and set out on a path of protection. She became a disciple of a miracle-working doctor and learned divine martial arts. She grew stronger with every step, yet stayed only for one person.

He was a brilliant sun above the clouds, clad in white as pristine as snow. His medical skills were extraordinary: he could bring the dead back to life and restore flesh to bare bones. He looked upon the world with indifference, yet held only one person's hand.

He called himself a demon, a shadow like a phantom. His martial arts were unrivaled, and he would kill gods and slay Buddhas if they stood in his way. He was heartless and unfeeling, yet held only one person in his arms.

In the end, it turned out that he was himself, yet not entirely himself. The twin-born sons embodied darkness and light, born side by side.

Highlights:

Scene One: When they first met, she happened upon him killing someone.

The fearless young woman said, “Well, handsome, killing someone?”

The man raised an eyebrow and glanced at the corpse on the ground. “What, do you want to end up like him?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, no, I mean, hero! The green hills remain, and the waters flow on. I'm sure we'll meet again!” She turned to run.

“Stop!”

“Hehe, hero, you want a date? You should've said so! You gave me such a fright, my little heart's going pit-a-pat.”

“…”

Scene Two: When she became his disciple, an old man handed her over to him.

The man curled his lip. “This girl is too unruly. I don't want her.”

She protested, “I'm very well-behaved! I can do laundry and cook, serve tea and water, and most importantly, I can make our sect look good!”

“I don't want you.”

She flashed a sly smile and sidled up to him. “If you don't take me, I'll tell the old man you're impotent!”

The veins on the man's forehead bulged. “Get lost!”

Scene Three: On their wedding night, the man caught her just as she was trying to escape.

“Yan'er, where are you going?”

“Hehe, I heard that the wife of Wang the Pockmarked next door ran off with someone. I'm going to offer her my condolences!” Where did the Prince's mansion get a neighbor?

The man frowned and grabbed her. “Who cares about them? Get in there with me first, or who's going to make it up to me for losing my bride?”

She pouted and stared at him with watery eyes. “You hit me!” The man's heart softened at once.

She pursed her lips, looking terribly aggrieved. “You even yelled at me!” He immediately felt sorry for her.

She pushed her luck. “So, distance makes the heart grow fonder. Let's sleep in separate rooms tonight!”

The man finally ran out of patience, rolled over, and pinned her down. First this, then that, and she was gloriously defeated.

(This is a one-on-one romance, warm and affectionate, with lots of handsome men. If it's not your cup of tea, please don't flame me. Thank you!)