What have I done?
Zhen'er gasped as she jerked to wakefulness. Her head pounding with every pump of her heart, the faint fumes of alcohol could still be detected, with each of her exhalation.
How could I be so foolish!
But even as she heaped recriminations upon herself, she knew that it wasn't foolishness, but loneliness, that drove her to this pit of disaster.
Disturbed by her sudden movements, the slumbering man beside her stirred to wakefulness. His eyes slowly open and caught the sight of a lady slowly getting away from his embrace.
Now that the emperor had awaken, Zhen'er no longer tried for any subtlety, clearly fighting her way out from the bed that they shared.
Her regret and self-recriminations were plain to see.
Deep inside his heart, the panic seen on her face hurts him. Enraged that she was disdaining something that countless others had cold-heartedly schemed and plotted to stole, he purposely firmed his hold on her body and the two tussled.
One fighting for escape, one fighting for possession.
“Let me go!!”
“You belong to Zhen. Alive, your body belongs in my arms. Dead, your corpse in Zhen's hands!”
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Zhen'er spend several days waiting for a eunuch to deliver a certain bowl of soup for her consumption.
The sight that frequently sent royal concubines to tears were something that she eagerly prayed for.
But the days passed away with no specific medication were sent to her Cold Palace.
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Her monthly blood stopped coming.
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Tale of Zhen'er
RomanceA scholar. A general. A prisoner. And ultimately, an Empress (reluctantly). It's a strange story, and everything is Murong Jun's fault. Inspired by the BL novel 'A War Prisoner' All images are results from random Google Search. Will be taken down if...
