Sweetheart in the Palm of Your Hand: the Tyrant Insists on Forcing His Favor

If there is a book whose opening makes me feel my heart tightening and my breathing stagnant after reading it, it must be "Fengque: The Daily Life of a Domineering Prince Chasing His Wife". When the poisonous wine of fate was put to her lips again, what she knocked over was not only a bowl of medicine, but also the beginning of the entire dynasty's established trajectory. This is not a simple revenge story. When you see that powerful man screaming "What do you want from me" with red eyes, you will understand that the most heart-wrenching tug has just begun. After reading the novel, I felt that in the world built by the author, everyone is a chess player and a chess piece. You will be gratified by every bit of strength that the heroine has built up in a desperate situation, and sigh by the persistence of three completely different male characters. You will also be moved and doubtful in every plot of "sacrifice to protect each other": How much sincerity and how much calculation is hidden behind this life-threatening protection? From the boudoir to the court, from the commercial territory to the border battlefield, the story unfolds layer by layer. Just when you think this is just a love-hate entanglement, a bigger mystery has quietly emerged - about identity, about dynasty, and about the invisible hand behind everyone's destiny. The most exquisite thing is that even in the most emotional and conflicting moments, you can still feel that all the plots accurately serve a larger mystery. Just like the overturned glass of poisoned wine at the beginning, it continues to echo throughout the three hundred chapters, and finally points to a truth that makes you marvel. If death is not the end, if rebirth cannot untie the knot of fate, how will she break through? And when everything is settled, is the man who once made her hate her to the bone still qualified to say that sentence - "Long time no see"?