"Marry me and Lu Zhiyan will live; if you don't marry me, the whole Lu family will be buried with you."
Xiao Che's words were like poisonous chains, dragging Shen Zhiwei into hell.
He was a crazy prince who rose to power by stepping on his bones. In order to get her, he framed her childhood sweetheart, threatened her family, imprisoned her by his side, and humiliated her in every possible way.
The wedding road paved with red makeup is her path to death; the wedding room illuminated by dragons, phoenixes and candles is her Shura field.
She hid the blood-stained gold hairpin, put away the hatred in her eyes, pretended to be docile and well-behaved, and played the game in secret.
"Your Majesty, do you think this cup of poisonous wine should be given to my concubine, or should I keep it for myself?"
When she raised the dagger and pointed it at him, the Crazy Emperor's eyes turned red and he pressed her hard into his arms: "Zhiwei, even if you take my life, don't leave me!"
He thought he was in control of everything, but he didn't know that he had already lost completely from the first moment he saw her.
This imprisonment in the name of hatred finally became an obsession that he could not give up, and she would never be able to avenge her blood.
Later, everyone in the world knew that the emperor had a favorite, a concubine who could drive him crazy and make him kneel down.
