After Marrying the Tyrant, the Empress Was Left with Nothing

(A cold, abstinent tyrant dotes exclusively on the heroine, a little villainous powerhouse. Super sweet, powerful, satisfying, and a devoted one-on-one romance.) That night, the aloof emperor leaned close to her head. “My beloved consort, the ministers want me to appoint an empress. What do you think?” She clapped her hands in approval. “Your Majesty, brilliant idea!” The next day, palace attendants whispered among themselves. “Consort Wan was perfectly fine yesterday. Why has she suddenly fallen ill today?” “Her illness has left her bedridden.” Yun Wanmu transmigrated into the role of one of the new concubines being considered for the young emperor. She had planned to fulfill the wish she’d carried over from her previous life as quickly as possible, then leave without a trace. Who could have guessed that the cold-faced young emperor would latch onto her instead? Beneath the warm glow of red candles, with the curtains damp from their night together, the young emperor slowly extended a long, slender hand with clearly defined knuckles. “My beloved consort, once you’re mine, you’re mine for life.” Her beautiful eyes flickered. She covered her face and smiled shyly. Later, the emperor appeared before her with their son holding his left hand and their daughter holding his right. He said with concern, “My beloved consort, your belly is getting big. Go back and lie down. Don’t run around.” Yun Wanmu stood with one hand on her hip and the other supporting her belly, looking at the man and their two children. She was close to tears. Damn it! They’d agreed she’d leave without a trace once it was over, but instead she’d ended up with baggage of every size! She hadn’t done a single thing she’d meant to, and being a consort had turned out to be a complete waste.