Your Majesty, He Says He Doesn't Love You at All

[A crazed emperor whose love burns the heavens x a cold and elegant female official who charms everyone]

"The divination says Your Majesty will have his heart carved out and his bones scraped clean, then kneel and beg someone for mercy."

The day a bloodstained sword pressed against the Taoist priest's throat, the emperor stroked the trembling beauty in his arms and smiled like a demon tearing apart a splendid empire. "My weakness?"

The hand that could sway the court with a wave of its fingers obsessively traced the strokes of her vermilion brush. It wasn't until she glared at him coldly to protect her tea-loving junior brother that he learned even cold jade could melt into spring waters for someone else.

With the vermilion brush poised at her throat, her eyes hazy, she lifted her head and kissed his trembling fingertip. "Your Majesty, I only made the same mistake every woman makes."

Both leads are each other's one and only x the second male lead is even more crazed and obsessive

A growing heroine, specifically in her ability to recognize love