Cloudy

Mingshu was so addicted to a novel that she forgot to eat and sleep; she had taken to heart the plight of the villainous emperor within, whose fate was appallingly tragic!
After angrily writing a thousand-word negative review, she woke up to find herself transmigrated into the book, becoming the freshly minted, unfortunate Noble Consort of the Tyrant.
Confronted with the living and breathing emperor before her, Mingshu's mind was a whirlwind—
Isn't this my kid? 〣( ºΔº )〣
In the eyes of everyone else, the emperor was bloodthirsty by nature, ruthless and cruel, a Living Yama whose very name sent shivers down spines!
Through Mingshu's eyes, the emperor was: afraid of the dark, terrified of thunder, loved to act spoiled, lacked a sense of security, was inherently kind, and had a life-or-death need for sweets...
What kind of supreme cutie is this?!
Wahhh, baby, mama loves you!!
In order to change her son's dreadful ending, Mingshu, overflowing with maternal love, transformed into a child-protecting demon!
She brazenly confronted the Empress Dowager, furiously scolded court officials, and fought imperial consorts with her bare hands...
But wait, why were the kid's glances at her becoming more and more peculiar?
——
As a child, Si Chu always dreamt of a young girl who taught him to read and write with patience, tended to his wounds with care, and gently soothed him to sleep on every stormy night.
Then one day, the girl disappeared.
He searched high and low but couldn't find her.
So, obsession turned into a demon, his eyes blood-red and crazed, he went mad.
Just when he lamented the world's boredom and contemplated destroying everything,
He came across a pair of bright, sparkling, talking eyes.
With a gloomy and obsessive look, the emperor's lips curled into a cold smile: Fine, you've come to me of your own volition.
——
Everyone knew: The emperor detested beautiful, delicate, and arrogant women most of all. No one knew how long the dainty Noble Consort would last.
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When you visit this world, remember to take a look at the sun.

Burning Passion Love Never Dies

Mingshu's waist tightened, and she was lifted up. The face that loomed before her was as bright as the moon in the sky, her eyes brimmed with a mocking coldness. She bore a striking resemblance to the Jade-faced Asura.


An unconscious thought flashed through Mingshu's mind—this posture, as if eager to strangle her, this seemingly gentle but mocking tone, of course, it had to be that dog Ji Jing.


Her lips parted slightly, intending to curse at him. However, before she could speak, a thick fatigue overwhelmed her, and her consciousness plunged into chaos.


A faint dampness in his palm made Ji Jing's heart tense. Looking down at the person in his arms who had lost consciousness, a shade of fury flickered in his dark eyes.


He lifted his gaze and surveyed the surroundings. The place was already in chaos. The gentleness he always feigned was nowhere to be seen. His voice grew stern and rose sharply as he commanded coldly, word by word, "Take them all down!"


Chapter 395: Stupid as Ever