He was the general from Zhenbei who had returned in the bloody smoke. His black armor was stained with frost, and his brows were filled with killing intent, but he gave her all his crazy obsession.
In the Golden Palace, he pointed his sword at the dragon chair, forced the palace to seize power, and personally dragged her down from the clouds. From the noble and unparalleled eldest princess, she became his prisoner, the bird in the palm of his hand.
"Jiang Si," he pinched her chin and rubbed the ends of her red eyes with his fingertips. Paranoid possessiveness surged in his phoenix eyes, "They said that I killed the king to usurp the throne and was cold-blooded and ruthless, but I don't care. I only want you."
He promised her the status of a queen, deposed the Sixth Palace, and favored only one person, but he also cut off all her escape routes. The palace gate is as deep as the sea. He is her heaven and the cage that traps her.
He would trace her eyebrows and hair with his own hands, and hold all the best treasures in the world in front of her. He would also strangle her wrist when she showed even a hint of alienation, with a world-destroying madness in his eyes: "You want to escape? Jiang Si, in this life or the next life, you will never escape from my grasp."
All civil and military officials in the dynasty were afraid of him, saying that the new emperor would not hesitate to lay down millions of corpses and bleed into rivers just because he was a concubine.
But no one knows what kind of turbulent undercurrent is hidden in the situation he has set up; no one can see clearly whether the paranoid and affectionate look in his eyes is honey or arsenic that penetrates the intestines.
What he wanted was thousands of miles of land, and he wanted to lock her in his own flesh and blood, never to be separated from her in all eternity.
A bloody plot, a period of pampering.
Jiangshan is the retainer, and the prisoner Huang is the queen.
Is this imprisonment in the name of love salvation or an abyss?
