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

It's often said that handwriting reflects one's personality, and Ji Jing's writing is much like him—he seems gentle, but his sharpness is hidden within.


The letter must have been written in a hurry, its characters somewhat messy. Yue Fuguang could even picture him writing, with a mild smile on his lips, yet a cold expression on his face.


The letter was clearly meant for Mingshu, and even she could sense the concern it contained.


Considering the distance between Shengjing and the frontier, Ji Jing couldn't have known that Mingshu had already returned to the Capital when he wrote it, yet he had guessed as much.


Aside from caring, Fuguang could think of no other reason for such a grasp of the other's whereabouts.


Not a single word in the letter mentioned her.


She didn't seem surprised, yet a wave of inexplicable loss surged in her heart.


Having read it, Yue Fuguang gave the letter back to Mingshu, a smile curling at her lips, "It seems your brother understands you quite well."


Chapter 478: Pride