[Boys' Love + Coercive Love + Trash Gong (His own mom won't whitewash him)]
A note: This is a brainless story, so don't ask me so many questions. I'm too lazy to write out the logic. Isn't it fun to write something brainless and satisfying? If I had to spend every day setting up and connecting plot points and making the logic coherent, my brain would explode!!! If you don't like it, steer clear. Nobody is forcing you to read! Anyway, there are plenty of infuriating actions early on, but so what? If you don't like it, put up with it! I've already warned you. If you choose to suffer through it, don't blame me.
And so what if the gong is trash? Even if his own mom can't whitewash him, will that really stop a bunch of delusional fangirls from making up ridiculous nonsense? The kind who can't tell right from wrong and turn black into white. Do I need to deal with them myself? No need~
He was a rebel leader, determined to kill the emperor, but was forced to pose as a concubine and became the sharpest blade at the emperor's side.
He was a brutal emperor, decisive in killing, yet he chose to keep the assassin imprisoned at his side, making love the cage.
One hundred assassination attempts, one hundred failures.
From lightning strikes and meteors to poisoned wine and a belt strangling its wearer,
Every attempt became a source of amusement to him,
And every failure left a mark on his heart.
The palace servants went from kneeling and begging for mercy to taking bets,
The Empress Dowager went from furious to numb,
And only he kept a meticulous record:
"Attempt 108: Failed to choke him. Went soft. Poor form."
And he could no longer tell:
Did he want to kill him, or was he afraid he might die?
This farce began with hatred,
But in their relentless entanglement,
Love took root.
Let me sing one more song, for all the pain of those who cling to love, for all those who cling to love. I've lost track of whether it's love or hatred
