“Marry me, and Lu Zhiyan lives. Refuse, and the entire Lu family will be buried with him.”
Xiao Che’s words were poison-laced chains, dragging Shen Zhiwei into hell.
He was a deranged prince who had clawed his way to power over mountains of bones. To possess her, he framed her childhood sweetheart, threatened her family, and imprisoned her at his side, subjecting her to endless humiliation.
The wedding road strewn with red finery was her path to the underworld; the bridal chamber lit by dragon-and-phoenix candles was her personal hell.
She hid the bloodstained gold hairpin, concealed the hatred in her eyes, and pretended to be gentle and obedient as she secretly laid her pieces on the board.
“Your Majesty, shall this cup of poison be for me, or would you rather keep it for yourself?”
When she raised a dagger toward him, the mad emperor’s eyes reddened. He pulled her fiercely into his arms. “Zhiwei, even if you want my life, don’t leave me!”
He thought he controlled everything, never realizing that from the first moment he saw her, he had already lost completely.
This imprisonment in the name of hatred became an obsession he could never give up, and a blood debt she could never fully repay.
Later, everyone under heaven knew that the emperor had a beloved who held his heart: a captive consort who could drive him mad and make him kneel.
