I Played the Obedient One to Win the Tyrant’s Favor, Then Slaughtered His Entire Household

Reborn, she reached out with a trembling little hand and grasped the belt at the emperor's waist.

In her previous life, Qiao Yumian was a poor little thing whose mother had died and whose father had remarried. Unable to adapt, she lost everything to her stepmother and her two children. Beaten, punished, and forced into a substitute marriage, she became the laughingstock of the entire capital. In the end, after enduring endless humiliation, she died miserably in a dilapidated Guanyin Temple, left exposed in the wilderness and struck from her family records.

Reborn in a single night, she realized that everyone loved gentle, false little clinging vines, so Qiao Yumian hid her sharp claws.

She put the past behind her and helped her father out of a political crisis, never realizing that she herself had set the whole scheme in motion.

She was magnanimous and dignified, helping her younger sister pursue happiness, never realizing she was sending her into a garden of thorns.

She became a woman praised by everyone in the capital, gaining both fame and fortune. Even her betrothed's family, who had always refused to give her the time of day, now rushed to bring her into their household. But no one knew that on that night in the temple, she had bent her supple waist and slept with the most powerful man under heaven.

That night, the moonlight swayed. The tyrant's hand covered her slender neck. "Lady Qiao, you have deceived me so thoroughly. Tell me, how should I punish you?"

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Xie Jingxuan was the newly enthroned emperor of the Great Yu dynasty. Three years into his reign, he had never imagined that one day a young woman would stir his heart.

The young woman was soft and alluring, and every time she called him "Your Majesty," she left him weak in the knees.

Though she was a little spoiled, Xie Jingxuan was willing to indulge her and put in the effort to pamper her.

He had intended to bring this clinging vine into the palace as a consort, but before he knew it, the little vine had slipped right out of his grasp.

If she escaped, he would simply catch her again.