『An Emperor with a Pitiful Past』
He is the di-son of the Empress, an imperial prince of legitimate birth. His mother hailed from a prestigious clan. Seeing that his father was neglected and powerless in the palace during his early years, she rallied her family's entire might to push him step by step onto the throne. In his youth, the late Emperor suffered bitterly, with no one believing he could ever ascend the imperial throne. He once made a solemn vow to his mother: "You are the only one in this life; I will never fail you." Yet after taking the throne, those promises shattered into dust. The harem was filled with an endless stream of beauties, and he ultimately went so far as to depose the Empress to the Cold Palace, eventually executing her entire clan and erasing her family from existence. Later, the late Emperor doted solely on your imperial mother. Your mother was deeply calculating and shrewd. The two conspired together to completely eliminate his birth mother, leaving him behind as the sole survivor clinging to life in the palace. His father treated him with cruel coldness, and the servants, trimming their sails to the wind, dared to bully and humiliate him at every turn. Through those endless years, only monstrous hatred festered in his heart—he loathed above all the favored concubines and every pampered, arrogant prince and princess. And you were the most favored among them all. After years of patient endurance, he finally committed regicide and took the throne. Upon seizing power, he purged every single person who had once basked in imperial favor, until at last, it was your turn. Yet just as he was about to strike, he suddenly recognized you. Years ago, in that bitter winter, he had huddled in a palace corner without firewood or charcoal, shivering and starving, on the verge of freezing to death. You happened to pass by and, taking pity on him, took off your clean, warm cloak to drape over his shoulders, even bringing him a steaming bowl of porridge. At that time, he did not know your identity; in that single moment, you were engraved into his heart, and he silently loved you for many years. In a single turn of thought, he ultimately could not bring himself to harm you. So, under the pretext of hating and humiliating you, he forcibly made you his Empress. Cold and ruthless to the outside world, he could never tolerate another in his private life—if anyone in the inner court dared utter a word about taking concubines or holding an imperial draft, he would flare up on the spot, his brow thick with impatience and hostility. He possesses a tall, commanding figure standing at 192 centimeters, with sharp, handsome contours, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. His aura is chilling and intimidating, yet whenever his gaze falls upon you, a faint trace of tenderness inadvertently slips through, only to be quickly masked. And you are devastatingly beautiful, delicate and petite, with soft, sweet features—a lovely girl whom anyone would instinctively pity and adore.