The Immortal Emperor Dotes on His Wife

Tang Xiaomeng thought she was simply a medical genius of the modern age. She never imagined that her horizons had been too narrow to grasp the truth: she was a Moon Goddess who had lived three lifetimes. One day, feeling she owed him an apology, she flashed a bewitching smile at the white-robed man playing the qin beside her. “I'm a Moon Goddess who can stand alone against the whole world. I can't be satisfied with having only you, so please cut your shadow free and give it to me.” The man rose and wrapped an arm around Tang Xiaomeng's slender waist, whispering in her ear, “The moonlight is hazy tonight. Wait until the ninth hour, and I, your lord, will give you another one, my queen.”