The Plump Palace Maid Hides Her Baby Bump, and the Heirless Emperor Kneels to Dote on Her

[Clearheaded Survival-Seeking Palace Maid × Dangerous, Possessive Emperor] Lian Qiao was plain-looking, but had a soft, voluptuous figure. To avoid attracting covetous attention in the palace, she spent years wrapping her waist in white cloth, making herself look bulky and clumsy. Until one stormy night, she wandered into an abandoned cold palace and came upon the young emperor. In the darkness, the man clasped her waist and promised her the rank of consort. But before dawn, Lian Qiao ran away. When Qi Xuansheng awoke, the bed was empty. All he remembered was that slender, supple waist and a butterfly-shaped birthmark on its side, as if poised to take flight. No one had ever rejected Qi Xuansheng in his life. Yet a palace maid had dared to run from his bed. He was going to find her and ask her to her face: What right did she have to refuse what he offered? He searched for three months, but couldn't find her. By chance, he noticed an unremarkable little maid in the Bureau of Palace Attire, with a clumsy figure and an ordinary face. Suspicious, he transferred her to serve at his side and tested her day after day. Until one day, she vomited in front of him. The imperial physician took her pulse and said she was three months pregnant. Qi Xuansheng laughed in anger. So the woman he was looking for had been right in front of him all along. He gave her wealth and splendor, an imperial heir, and favor no one dared challenge. But she deceived him, humored him, used him, and kept looking for chances to escape him. That night, beneath the dim palace lanterns, Qi Xuansheng drew the woman who had been caught and brought back once again into his arms, leisurely stroking the butterfly at her waist. “Be good.” “You know I don't like being defied.” He lowered his head and kissed her, his voice so gentle it was almost bewitching. “If you try again…” “I'll lock you up here and make you bear my children for the rest of your life.”