In her previous life, Yu Nanqing disguised herself as a man to become the top scholar in the imperial examination, but due to choosing the wrong lord, she died exposed in a desolate garden. Returning to before the imperial examination, Yu Nanqing unhesitatingly accepted the imperial edict to 'bring luck' to the deposed crown prince by marriage. It was rumored that the deposed crown prince Xiao Qiling had been poisoned years ago and had gone mad. When the poison flared up, she lost consciousness and needed to kill and drink blood to relieve it. On the wedding night, the sound of swords and blades rose. Yu Nanqing was about to flee when she saw— The courtyard was littered with corpses. Xiao Qiling, with her black hair draped over her shoulders, calmly unfastened her cloak, revealing a slender figure. The deposed crown prince was a woman?! Before she could be surprised, the peach-blossom eyes that should have been affectionate suddenly pierced her with a cold, scrutinizing gaze. Yu Nanqing, quick-witted, her eyes reddened by the wind from fleeing as if with spring colors, staggered and threw herself into Xiao Qiling's arms: "I'm afraid of pain. Can you bite me gently?" Xiao Qiling: ...? * From that day on, Yu Nanqing used all her learning to provideLin Zhong Guan Huai (hospice care) to Xiao Qiling. One day a deep-rooted love, the next day a declaration of 'only you,' taking advantage of Xiao Qiling's impending death, she even dared to climb onto the sickbed in light clothes and thin gauze, affectionately proposing to spend the rest of her life guarding Xiao Qiling's spirit. But Yu Nanqing never expected that Xiao Qiling's asceticism was fake, and her impending death was even more fake. So— When Xiao Qiling faked her death and escaped, the new strategist in the army wrote with brilliant literary talent and even arranged military maps with superb skill. Xiao Qiling was overjoyed and decided to meet her in person. But when the curtain was lifted, the person sitting below was eight-tenths similar to her wife in the mansion, who only knew how to revolve around her and was too weak to take care of herself? No, not similar—it was the same person! Xiao Qiling listened to Yu Nanqing use her familiar tone to say 'long-admired' and 'only you,' recalling all the love words from the deposed crown prince's mansion, and coldly laughed as she removed her mask. Yu Nanqing's voice stopped abruptly, and she immediately wanted to flee. Too late. That night, Yu Nanqing was blindfolded, listening to the person behind her coax: "Be good, Qingqing, let me bite you one more time." Xiao Qiling (gong) vs. Yu Nanqing (shou). Notes: 1. Gong and shou are 1v1, both physically and mentally pure in this life and previous life. No emotional or physical contact with men. 2. In ancient times, women came of age at 15. In the story, the shou is 17 and the gong is 21 at the start, both adults. 3. The setting is an ancient fictional male-dominated society (the emperor is male, court officials are male). The author's personal fetish is to seize power from male authority, so there are many male supporting characters in the early part, but important villains and highlights are all women, and ultimately women hold power. 4. The era background blends Han, Song, and Ming dynasties, completely fictional. Please do not correspond to specific dynasties or figures. —————————————————— Promoting the next ancient GL story "Can't Escape After Being Pampered by the Crazy Eldest Princess." If you like it, you can bookmark it first: Su Jinsxue passed the provincial exam at fourteen, becoming famous in the capital. But after the Northern Border battle, her relatives died in war, and the noble little commandery princess was branded a traitor and fell into the mud. When a wall is about to collapse, everyone gives it a push. But it was the notorious, power-wielding eldest princess who picked her up. Princess Zhaoyuan, Xiao Mingyu, the legitimate daughter of the late emperor, born cold and heartless, her name could stop children from crying at night. On the night Su Jinsxue entered the mansion, she witnessed Xiao Mingyu smilingly order a disobedient servant to be dragged away—blood splattered three feet. "Scared?" Xiao Mingyu wiped her fingers with a handkerchief, turned her head to look at her, her eyes curving. Su Jinsxue knelt straight: "Not scared." Of course she was scared. But she was even more afraid that she actually thought Xiao Mingyu looked beautiful when she killed. * After that, people always kindly reminded Su Jinsxue: The death of the Zhenbei King was a move by Xiao Mingyu to make the emperor lose the people's hearts. Sooner or later, you will die without a burial place. Su Jinsxue heard it hundreds of times. She knew Xiao Mingyu's ambition to usurp the throne, and she knew she would die sooner or later. But when asked, "What kind of person is the eldest princess?" — She bit her lip and lowered her eyelashes: "Your Highness... is a loyal minister, a good woman." Her voice was as light as if she was convincing herself. TheAn Wei (shadow guard) reported the words verbatim. Xiao Mingyu's hand, drawing her eyebrows, slipped, and she laughed until the corners of her eyes were red. Loyal minister? Good woman? Her? Clearly afraid of her to death, yet stubbornly cute. * Later, the Su family's treason charges were cleared. The court was in panic, but the princess's mansion was peaceful. Xiao Mingyu spent her days sipping tea and playing the qin, occasionally amusing herself by training Su Jinsxue, whom she had taken in. Reading, learning the qin, archery, and even holding her on her lap at night, softly instructing her on how to command armies. But Xiao Mingyu never taught for free. Whatever Su Jinsxue learned, she had to repay. On the night before the coronation, Xiao Mingyu, whom everyone thought would ascend the throne, placed the imperial crown on Su Jinsxue's head. Her fingertips brushed past Su Jinsxue's ear, then suddenly closed, gripping the back of her neck and pressing her into her embrace. "I said long ago that my Jinjin deserves the most honorable things in this world." Su Jinsxue staggered, her cheek hitting Xiao Mingyu's shoulder socket, and heard a very light, very slow laugh from above. "Make me your empress, how about it?" Su Jinsxue's pupils shook: "You—" Xiao Mingyu's fingertips pressed down Su Jinsxue's spine one vertebra at a time, her breath hot and dangerous: "Don't shout, save your strength to cry later." Xiao Mingyu (gong) vs. Su Jinsxue (shou).