She Helped the Emperor Sober Up, But Was Instead Showered with Unparalleled Favor

A birthday banquet for the Empress Dowager, a cup of conjugal wine drunk by mistake. When Lu Zhixue was dragged into the side room by the emperor, she felt as if she had been subjected to an undeserved disaster. Beneath the dragon robe, his fingertips burned, his kisses were laced with poison, and he branded humiliating marks on her neck: "Since you are my concubine, it is your duty to sober her up." She was in so much pain that she tore his back apart, her tears staining the brocade quilt, unaware that this absurd night was the beginning of her leap to success. Later, the concubines in the six palaces finally understood: That spilled chicken soup was a calculated move. That night's forced possession was the prelude to exclusive favor. Song Shi'an tightened his grip on her waist, crushing all those who coveted him: "My true heart? You deceived me with your tears long ago." He thought she was the antidote, but he was poisoned by an incurable disease. Tyrant's Doting Love × Salted Fish Black Lotus The power struggles of the previous dynasty were rife with bloodshed, while the scheming within the inner palace was fraught with hidden dangers. She skillfully navigated the situation with gentleness, and he willingly became her devoted follower. As the dragon and phoenix candles illuminated the boudoir, he stroked her slightly protruding pregnant belly. Only then did I realize that this love tribulation was— There has never been just one person who has fallen into deep depravity. "The road ahead is long and arduous." In the dim light, he kissed away her last shred of consciousness: "I want you to remember, this vast empire and you are both now under my control." —Not a double clean (clean) story | Emperor's exclusive favor | Everyone's cremated | Underdog's comeback