Ditsy female assassin × theatrical, charming emperor × sister-and-brother romance with poison cultivation × palace mysteries × jianghu vendettas
Assassin: Quit pretending. How much longer are you going to keep this up?
Emperor: If I were you, I’d keep playing dumb. At least then you might stay alive.
The one you want to control will end up controlling you.
Who is going soft, cutting off the poison just before it is fully cultivated?
Crush a precious fan into medicine, stare into empty space to focus, half demon and half mad.
Put away your clever schemes, willingly let yourself be used and never say a word. Which one of you is the bigger fool?
Love is a swamp: the harder you struggle, the deeper you sink.
Are love and hate woven together, or do they trust each other without a trace of doubt? An age-old question.
Even if it’s all a lie, someone is still happy to play along…
