Empresses in the Palace × BL × Two Male Leads
One imperial decree made him the Qing dynasty's most scandalous prey.
Zhuo Huang, a jewel nurtured by the bloodline of Florence and an Eastern noble family, had dazzling golden hair and breathtaking beauty. Though well versed in Western learning, he was dragged into the Forbidden City by an absurd edict from the Imperial Household Department, which had mistakenly selected him as a candidate for the imperial harem.
In the Golden Throne Hall, the gaze of the Son of Heaven pinned him to a pillar of shame.
“Unusually beautiful. Appoint him as a Nobleman, grant him the title of Que, and assign him to Yongshou Palace. Effective immediately, rename it Zhu Pan Palace.”
Overnight, a noble young gentleman became the absurd Nobleman Que, imprisoned in a golden cage of crimson lacquer and gilding.
At court, upright officials protested to the death, spilling blood in the Hall of Heavenly Purity. His father wept blood: “This shakes the foundations of the nation. It is an eternal disgrace.”
In the harem, the consorts watched him sidelong, their schemes laced with poison. The Empress smiled with a hidden blade, while Consort Hua burned with jealousy.
Dressed in the nine-flame robes of the mythical Que bird, symbols of a caged bird and a sacrificial offering, his dignity was slowly carved away beneath the rigid, blade-like etiquette imposed by his training matron.
But could the eagle of Florence really accept having its wings clipped?
Rousseau's natural rights were a dagger he could turn against imperial power.
Dante's Divine Comedy was a raft he could use to slip past his enemies.
His mother's silver cross was a glimmer of light in his despair.
And there were the loyal knight who was always at his side, the resourceful wet nurse, the taciturn guards as solid as mountains... They were the only warmth he had left in the desperate depths of the imperial palace.
When the gilded gates of Zhu Pan Palace became the board for his revenge,
a storm in the Qing imperial harem, stirred by beauty, intellect, and the sharp edge of foreign culture, had only just begun.
He would turn the golden cage that held him captive into a tomb for the dignity of emperors.
The writing is very delicate. You can put yourself in the protagonist's shoes and feel the suffocation.
Very beautiful, great