One day,

Ten-year-old Yan Ran'er, clad in tattered clothes, begged along the streets. When she desperately clung to the Emperor's leg, certain destinies became irrevocably sealed...

Three days later, she was forced into the imperial palace, becoming his child bride...

...

"Daddy, Ran'er dislikes those women." Yan Ran'er pointed imperiously at the concubines, her voice dripping with petulant sweetness.

"Ran'er, cease calling me 'father'—I am your man. Your man, understand!?"

...

"Daddy! I'm bleeding! It hurts!" A blood-curdling scream pierced the air before she collapsed unconscious.

"Ran'er... Now you've truly become my woman at last."

...

For eight years he loved her, eight years she guarded him. Yet unexpectedly—

"Daddy, is the child in her womb yours?" She drained the bitter medicine in one gulp. Crimson tendrils seeped through disheveled black tresses, blooming like blood-red blossoms across her deathly pale face.

"Ran'er! Stop! Don't harm my flesh and blood!"

...

"Daddy, I warned you—if you took another woman, I'd repay this betrayal tenfold!" Her sleeves swirled like storm clouds as she departed. Men were plentiful—none indispensable.