My Husband Begs Me to Pounce on Him Every Day

Can a thief, a knife, and the wronged souls slain by its blade lead Cheng Qiandeng to the truth about her mother’s murder? Can a figure dressed in white, a jade fan, and a hidden heart be recognized by Cheng Qiandeng amid countless brushes with death? The sinister Phoenix Cult, the black-clad figures who are everywhere: the deeper she investigates, the deeper the mystery grows... “When the phoenix weeps and the phoenix sings, the Qi dynasty shall fall.” These words, written in blood in the emperor’s bedchamber, herald the return of the empress who dazzled the world forty years ago, bringing her curse with her. Cheng Qiandeng may not be Cheng Qiandeng. Bai Wudi may not be Bai Wudi either. Truth and falsehood blur together, and the only thing they can trust is their resolve to fight side by side. Wait, no. This is the proper way to read it: “My dear, give me a kiss!” “Get lost!” “My dear, give me a hug!” “Get lost!” “My dear, let’s make love!” “Get lost. That won’t get past the censors!” Cheng Qiandeng, the greatest martial artist in the world, meets Bai Wudi, a clingy little seductress. Tsk, does she really have to beg to be pinned down every day? After all, Cheng Qiandeng is the sort who sends anyone who tries to set her up into jail!