[Beautiful Widow vs Domineering Emperor]

[Not double clean + taboo + raising cubs + old house on fire]

Everyone in Kyoto knows that the eldest daughter of the Yun family and the third son of the Lu family are a loving couple with deep affection.

Unfortunately, fate played a trick on him. Young Master Lu was unlucky and had a short life. He died of a serious illness before he reached adulthood, leaving behind a beautiful widow and an unborn child.

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Yun Wan has a secret in her heart which she has kept hidden for five years and she dares not reveal it to anyone.

For the past five years, she had been terrified every time she looked at her son, whose face looked more and more like that man.

She carefully concealed the secret, but the truth eventually came out. After her son became the third prince's study companion, things got out of control.

Eventually, the secret came out.

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Everyone in the palace knows that Your Majesty has suffered from headaches for ten years since he ascended the throne. Every time it flares up, blood will bleed, and the palace ladies are in a constant state of panic.

However, since a certain day, Your Majesty's headache has not recurred, but he always carries a handkerchief.

No one knew that Emperor Jingxuan had been looking for the owner of the handkerchief, but when he found him, the other party denied it.

Just then, the woman's son came to look for him. Emperor Jingxuan looked at the child in front of him whose eyes were exactly the same as his own and laughed angrily.

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Asui was four years old. He was the posthumous child of the Lu family and had been without a father since childhood.

One day, a classmate made fun of Asui for being raised by his father, and the two sides had a fight over it.

Afterwards, the classmate's parents refused to give in and, relying on their prominent family background, demanded that Asui kneel down and apologize.

Asui did not respond.

When the two sides were in a stalemate, the emperor came in a royal carriage with great momentum, and everyone knelt wherever he passed.

However, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Great Qi Emperor, who held the power of the world and controlled the life and death of everyone, bowed, held Ah Sui in his arms with one arm, and said lovingly, "Be good, call me father."

Everyone:!!!

(Traditional Historical Romance + Female Lead Redemption + Faked Death + Late-Stage Possessive Obsession)

Song Li was the legitimate daughter of the Loyal Marquis’s household. After her father and brother backed the wrong side in court, they were imprisoned and executed. She fell from a noble highborn lady to a lowly concubine used for revenge, and eventually died young from depression and despair.

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to when she was thirteen. And kneeling in the courtyard at that moment was the lowly young boy who, in the future, would become a powerful minister—second only to the emperor.

So, she completely changed her former spoiled ways, flattering him in every possible manner, appearing pitiful and obedient. All she wanted was for Pei Jingheng, once he rose to power, to show mercy to the Song family.

To win a chance of survival for her father and brother, she died taking a sword for Pei Jingheng in front of everyone. She left cleanly, but drove the young minister mad with grief—his hair turned white overnight, and every night he suffered heart-wrenching pain and coughed up blood.

In countless midnight nightmares, Pei Jingheng woke up in cold sweat, tormented by regret. Why hadn’t he protected Song Li back then?

He only wanted to finish handling state affairs quickly so he could join her in death.

Until one day, during a secret investigation in Wangzhou, he unexpectedly saw the person he thought of day and night.

His so-called "good little sister" had faked her death—just to escape him.

Song Li, having changed her name and identity, thought she had escaped everything. But the next day, when she returned home, she was cornered in an alley by a white-haired man.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, the cold scent of pear blossoms surrounded them, unbearably intimate.

The girl’s breathing quickened slightly. When she saw clearly who it was, her voice carried a hint of anger:

“Are you insane?”

The veins in the man's hand tensed. His scorching breath fell beside her ear as he kissed her without hesitation:

“I went insane the day you left me.”