In the Qing Palace, Every Star Is You

An old flame catches fire, with an age gap

It was the fortieth year of Kangxi's reign when she first met him. She came from no illustrious family, but drew on the tactics she had used in her previous life to curry favor with her bosses in the modern world, along with her clear-sighted nature, to hear thunder in the silence.

Everyone called her a temptress who had bewitched the emperor. But he drew her into his arms and stroked her hair, his voice more weary and tender than ever before:

“On this dragon throne, where I sit alone, you are the only medicine I have.”