The candlelight in the Jinluan Hall flickered, reflecting the beautiful figure on the dragon chair. Ye Jinchen lazily leaned on the edge of the couch, his fingertips carelessly traced his temples, and the ends of his eyes were crimson as if they were stained with alcohol. He was clearly the faint-hearted king criticized by the world, but he had a face that confounded all sentient beings.
At the bottom of the stairs, Pei Jinghong was dressed in a black outfit, holding a sword on his waist, and his dark eyes were locked on that gorgeous color. I once wanted to pierce the heart of this absurd emperor with a sword and seize the scalding jade seal - he should have been the master of this world.
But when the tip of the sword touched the side of Ye Jinchen's neck and he saw those watery eyes clearly, the murderous intention suddenly turned into a more turbulent desire for control.
"With your Majesty's appearance, wouldn't it be better to be a peaceful puppet?"
From then on, power fell away and the deep palace became a prison. Ye Jinchen tempered his sharp edge, and his eyelashes trembled slightly as he lowered his eyes. He was as gentle as a phoenix with broken wings, but there was a prairie fire hidden in his eyes. Pei Jinghong had this stunning beauty all to himself. Seeing him holding back and dealing with things under his control, he thought he had the overall situation under control, but he didn't know that behind that meekness was the backlash that the emperor had planned for a long time.
What he wants is the unification of the country, or the unique beauty in this cage?
Is he seeking to be restored to power, or has he lost his original intention in the confrontation?
The light of swords and shadows are hidden in the brocade tent, and the intrigue and obsession burn more intensely in every confrontation.
