The queen who does not talk about love VS the young emperor who loves love
[Plan-fighting in the palace + pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger + it's not easy to chase a wife + running in both directions + the emperor and the empress are of the same mind]
The late emperor died young and the young emperor ascended the throne. The court was in turmoil. In order to stabilize the situation, the young emperor Mu Tingmo seemed to have no choice but to marry Yin Hanyan, the daughter of a general, as his queen.
Yin Hanyan entered the palace helplessly. On the surface, she had no fighting spirit, but in fact, she had a lot of ambitions. The harem was not a place for romance...
The emperors of the metropolis were ruthless. Mu Tingmo fell in love with Yin Hanyan, whom he had loved since he was a child. This love burned the sky and the earth, and eventually hurt Yin Hanyan and himself...
Mu Tingmo forced Yin Hanyan to the side of the case, and the handsome face slowly approached. He held Yin Hanyan's soft waist with both hands and said tenderly: "You are a heartless woman, I am your husband! You can only be mine!"
Yin Hanyan raised her eyes, and the heroic facial contour made her eyes even colder, "You Hongxing cheated on me, and you still blame me!"
Mu Tingmo kissed Yin Hanyan's charming lips like crazy, gasping and saying, "Don't use idioms randomly!"
The years were quiet for just a moment, the emperor was furious, blood flowed thousands of miles, and there were twists and turns...
Fires shot into the sky, and the imperial palace changed. Mu Tingmo looked at Yin Hanyan who was covered in bruises, and stood in front of Yin Hanyan with a sword, "Yan'er, I don't believe you will betray me! I don't believe the Yin family will rebel either! I always believe in you!"
Whether it was the open and secret arrows in the harem, or the swords and shadows in the court, Yin Hanyan was not afraid at all. She would be a virtuous person first and then kill everyone. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled miserably at Mu Tingmo, who was full of pity. What was she afraid of! Behind her is His Majesty...
