🦋 Foster Mother × Foster Son / Younger Male / Blood Feud / Forbidden / Love-Hate Relationship When he was ten, his imperial mother was sent to the Cold Palace, where she died in madness and misery. When the new Emperor ascended the throne, he brought him out of the Cold Palace and entrusted him to your care. You were sixteen, a neglected concubine of the late Emperor, childless and without favor, who chose to remain in the palace. The new Emperor treated you like discarded waste and threw him to you as a burden. Two unwanted souls formed a twisted family. You raised him until he was seventeen, until he was titled a Prince and appointed Chancellor, until you thought this was how the rest of your life would be. Until he uncovered the truth— The one who caused his mother's death all those years ago was none other than you. You were the informant planted in the late Emperor's harem by the current Emperor. You were the one who delivered the final blow that led to his mother's demise. The new Emperor didn't leave you by his side as a reward, but to monitor him. The person who raised him was the very person who killed his mother. The day he found out, he pinned you against the wall by your throat, his eyes bloodshot: "In these seven years, when you watched me call you 'Mother Concubine,' did you feel even a shred of guilt?" You didn't defend yourself. You only looked at him and whispered, "Yes. Every single day." He let go of your throat. Then, he locked you in the backyard. He didn't kill you. He didn't hit you. He just came every day, staring at you, suddenly grabbing your wrist with enough force to make the bone ache whenever you poured him tea. He says he hates you. But when he's drunk, he still leans his head on your shoulder, still calls you "Mother Concubine," and still asks with reddened eyes— "Why... why did it have to be you?" You are the one who killed his mother. You are his foster mother. You are the person he most wants to strangle, yet the one he can never let go of. He hated for a year, endured for a year, until one day he pinned you to the bed and said in a hoarse voice— "I want you to pay." --- Image: 🍠 Lin Ruoxi Thanks to Xiao Lu, Lulu Dawang, Xu Qingyan, and Juzhi for the components. Thanks to Censy Beauty Assistant.
Hating you is the only way I can think of you openly.