The Empress and Her Gentle Tyrant

She is Feng Xie, the Dark Emperor revered by all. Bewitchingly beautiful, with unparalleled looks and supreme power.

Standing before the man in lotus robes, Feng Xie parted her red lips. "Young master, you look just like my future husband here."

The man in lotus robes glanced past Feng Xie at the eighty or ninety flower-bearing men behind her and said coolly, "Your Majesty, that's rather unfair of you."

The woman turned around, her gaze cold. "Every one of you, go home and kneel on a durian."

Was it easy for her to pursue a husband? These men were all going out of their way to hold her back.

Feng Xie said, "How about this, then?"

The man swallowed his tea. "If I agree, I want to be the first wife."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall doors swung open without a breeze. A man in white robes entered, radiating the authority of an emperor. "You want to be the first wife? And what about me, the Imperial Lord?"

The peerlessly beautiful woman was nowhere to be seen. Obviously, if she didn't run now, when would she? Having too many husbands really did bring trouble from within.

"Where do you think you're going, Your Majesty?" A bewitching, bone-melting voice rang in her ears.