He is my brother, but not my brother.
Shen Yu, the deputy privy envoy with all the power in the government and in the eyes of the world, was a cold-blooded and stoic official, but he would kneel down to put on my "sister"'s shoes, comb her hair with her own hands, and pamper me into the most arrogant jewel in the capital. I love him, from ignorance to burning passion, this ungrateful feeling burns my heart like wildfire.
But when I mustered up the courage of my life and handed the blood-stained love letter into his hands, what I got in exchange was his indifferent silhouette in front of the brazier and ashes on the ground. He burned away my delusions and dried up my tears. I decided to go far away from the south of the Yangtze River and bury the rest of my life in the mist and rain of the water town.
I thought I had escaped.
Little did he know that every night after I left Beijing, his secret guards stayed outside the window until dawn; the details of every friend I made had been presented to him on his desk; when I accepted others' overtures in anger, he would crush the cup in his hand thousands of miles away.
He thought he could bear it. If you endure until the blood revenge is avenged and the world is in your hands, then hold me in your arms majestically.
It wasn't until Fei Ge, a spy from Jiangnan Villa, sent a letter, but the few numbers destroyed his sanity——
"The young lady agrees to Mr. Su's proposal."
At that moment, the dormant lone wolf finally broke through his disguise. He stepped down from the throne on the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, stepping on the undried blood and fire, just to capture the bird in his palm with his own hands.
"Ah Ying," he touched my face with his blood-stained fingers, his eyes filled with destructive madness and monopoly, "I've had enough fun, it's time to go home."
——What you think is letting go is the deepest net he has laid. The freedom you crave is the sweetest medicine in his grasp.
(|Robbing by force | Secret love comes true | The emperor's only favorite)
