She was the only warm color in his heart, and also the deepest taboo under his throne.
Apricot yellow is not the dazzling bright yellow of the dragon robe, nor is it the scarlet red of solidified cinnabar.
It was the only warmth in Jamel Xiao's heart when Shen Yunshu's sleeve brushed against his palm.
It was the way my sister used her body to shield him from the blood stains from the broken rope during his broken childhood under the swing, it was the birthmark like a fallen flower on the inside of her wrist, and it was the reassuring light red that came out of her palms when they covered his eyes on a thunderstorm night.
For ten years in the palace, they depended on each other for life. He stepped on the corpse to ascend to the throne, and she became a chess piece waiting for a price in the hands of the Queen Mother. A marriage contract gave her to the iron-blooded general Xie Chenzhou...
