Ketsueki_Hasu

Li Yichen is the middle child of the Li Family, who's mother, Li Mei, is the Matriarch of the Moonlit Orchard, the strongest Sect on the continent.
Li Yichen was to be wed to Gao Chen, the rising prodigy of the Moonlit Orchard, to bring in such a talented youth into the Li Family, strengthening their claim as the number one Family.
However, Gao Chen cares naught for her soon to be wife Li Yichen, for one simple reason...
Li Yichen has no talent.
The disciples of the Moonlit Orchard whisper about this Useless wife of the rising star Gao Chen, comparing her to her sisters, who outclass her in every way.
How will Li Yichen deal with this?

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So, this novel will be dark, and I don't mean 'kinda gray, kinda black' dark, I mean 'dark' dark.
Besides that, this will be my first time trying cultivation, but it isn't the real focus of the novel; Li Yichen simply cannot cultivate that well.
There will be no real 'happy ending' here; Li Yichen is a broken woman, and she eventually finds a way to salvage what she has and take what she wants.
Both her and Gao Chen will be twisted characters, so there is no feel good story to be had.
I wanted to write this for awhile now, and the first chapter has more about the specifics of the novel.

Additional Tags: Futa, Rape, Pregnancy.

Rise of the Useless Wife

Cleaning Li Yue up, I smiled gently down at my now fed baby girl, pulling on her soft silk robes and tying them tightly, making sure she wouldn't be able to escape from them if she tried.


Stroking her cheek, I giggled alongside her as I hoisted her up, nuzzling against her cheek as I slowly paced the room.


It had become a sort of ritual at night, a way to lull her to sleep inside our room, so that we could both turn into bed when we grew tired; there was no point walking around this cold, empty Shimmering Palace and getting lost in its many halls or walkways...


Especially not when Gao Chen didn't want me to explore this giant Palace without her permission.


There was no need to invite her anger so easily when I could simply remain inside our room and await her return.


Departure* (2)