"Your Majesty, please love me." I knelt naked in front of the palace, covered with bruises and whip marks.
Ron Enqian raised my chin high, caressed my delicate eyebrows, sniffed the strong smell of blood in my hair, leaned into my ear and chuckled, and said, "Would you like to make a deal with me?"
I lowered my eyes slightly and trembled slightly: "Okay."
Who knew that this promise would trap me in this high house and palace all my life, and I would never be able to get out again.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
