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

The fierce cold wind bore a chill that threatened to pierce one's very soul, burrowing its way into the folds of their clothing.


Mingshu's exposed skin had grown numb with cold, yet her body was feverishly hot. Her breath turned into a thick mist that quickly dispersed in the wind, only to be replaced by new puffs moments later.


Ji Jing led several people up the city tower, gradually turning the dire situation around. She dared not stop, nor even glance back. She dodged the rain of arrows vigilantly while directing the bewildered civilians.


With one hand, she hoisted up an elderly man past fifty, brandishing her sword as she shouted, "Quick! This way!"


The howling of the wind was deafening, forcing Mingshu to strain her voice to be heard. Her throat was already hoarse, but her tone remained resolute and decisive—a tranquilizer in this desperate moment.


Yao Yue and Yun Zhi stayed close by her side, guarding her, but there were moments they couldn't cover.


Chapter 413 The Death of Madam Ruan