[Traditional historical romance, no golden finger, palace intrigue, light political scheming]
[Sweet-on-the-surface, dark-within heroine VS gloomy, ruthless, unhinged crown prince]
Li Moge was a bona fide madman: obsessive and vicious, and when his episodes struck, he was even more like a clingy, gloomy ghost.
“Sangsang, why don’t you hit me?”
“Sangsang, don’t run away.”
To escape the madman Li Moge, Wen Youyi fled back to her family home in the capital. She took her elder sister’s place in the palace and became Consort Wen.
Wen Youyi thought that now she was hiding in the imperial palace, even someone as powerful as Li Moge couldn’t reach her there, could he?
Just as she had begun to relax, she looked at the man known as the crown prince and felt her breath catch.
Why did the crown prince look exactly like Li Moge?!
That night, Li Moge sneaked into Wen Youyi’s chambers wearing the crown prince’s robes. He pressed close and demanded,
“Master Sangsang, how could you abandon me and marry my imperial uncle?”
“But it’s all right. I’ll inherit everything from my imperial uncle, including you, Master.”
Only then did Wen Youyi understand that she was destined to remain entangled with the madman Li Moge for the rest of her life.
Everyone said Li Moge was like a rat that couldn’t bear the light of day.
But in Li Moge’s eyes, Wen Youyi was just like him.
In public, she was humble and cautious, timid and pitiful.
In private, she was protected by poisonous magic, decisive and ruthless, with no one in the palace able to match her.
Rumor had it that the mysterious witch of Miaojiang kept a medicine slave. The slave was extraordinarily handsome and wild and vicious with everyone, yet as docile as a puppy in the witch’s presence.
Someone had once seen the slave’s face and claimed he bore a striking resemblance to the crown prince of today.
