A Bewitching Fragrance

The new emperor’s sharpest weapon is none other than the man she once lashed in the street to vent her anger, two years ago. Song Zhizhu knows there can be no good ending for her in his hands.

He humiliates and torments her, doing everything he can to wound her, just to savor the satisfaction of watching her suffer from his lofty position.

He should hate her, yet when her gaze falls on someone else, he wants to hack that person to pieces. He calls her filthy, then holds her tight in the dead of night, unable to stop himself from loving her even as he refuses to admit it.

All his bone-deep cruelty melts at one soft word from her, but she refuses to give him one.

From the heights of power to the depths of humiliation, all he has ever wanted is her.