The candles burned night after night, and the three thousand beauties were like blooming flowers, each with their own thoughts waiting for the emperor to look down.
The young emperor twirled the gilded roster with his fingertips, his eyes scanning over the names that were charming, gentle, or smart. There were trade-offs and preferences hidden in the seemingly random pages.
He would trample the beauty on a snowy night just to relive his old dream with the concubine who had fallen out of favor; he would also watch the scheming concubine play chess until dawn after a turmoil in the court; he even made an exception for half a month with a childish word for a talented person who entered the palace.
The Dragon Couch is full of grace, honey and sharp edges. Some people use it to gain power in the harem, while others fall into the abyss because of it.
When family interests and children's love are intertwined beside the dragon bed, every decision affects the fate of countless women in the red wall, and also writes a love-hate chess game that no one can escape.
