Emperor Nangongque of Daqi was a lunatic known to both the government and the public. Three years after he ascended the throne, he killed everyone who had seen "the mysterious cat in the palace on the fifteenth night"; the harem accommodated twenty-seven beauties, but he never set foot there. Those girls with the word "branch" on their eyebrows were just the shadow of his lovesickness.
No one knows that he is a mysterious cat demon who has lived for five hundred years. On the fifteenth day of every month, when the demon power dissipates, he will turn into a kitten and huddle under the dragon bed - just like when he was injured in a hunter's trap and waited for death in the crevices of a rocky stream. He waited for three hundred years for the reincarnation of the little girl who helped him open the clamp.
Until the emperor's uncle Nangong Yu asked for marriage, and the words "Su Nanzhi" on the post caught his eye. Nangong Que tore the Gengtie into pieces, grabbed the girl with soft eyebrows and dragged her to the dragon chair: "This marriage is not allowed, she is mine."
"She's your aunt!" Nangong Yu roared.
The red mole at the end of Nangong Que's eye glowed with blood: "So what? I am the emperor."
Su Nanzhi was locked in Ningzhixuan, hung on a beam, and went on hunger strike, but was retrieved by him again and again. He held her chin and poured the medicine: "If you dare to die once, I will kill ten officials and bury you with you." After she went on a hunger strike for three days, he opened his palm and wiped blood on her lips: "If you don't drink, I will consume it with you."
Su Nanzhi hated him madly, until one night on the 15th, she saw a black cat huddled under the dragon bed, clutching a piece of wheat cake and oil paper she had eaten as a child under its paws.
The memory exploded - on an autumn afternoon three hundred years ago, she indeed rescued a cat by the creek, and said to it: "Little lame cat, don't be afraid..."
The black cat transformed into a human form in the moonlight. Nangong Que knelt down at her feet, his palms bearing scars from traps in his previous life, and his voice was so hoarse that he swallowed snow: "Azhi, I've been waiting for you for three hundred years.
