[A woman disguised as a man, a mad tyrant VS a cold, celibate, otherworldly holy monk]+ [Extreme push and pull]+ [Mutual devotion and healing]
Everyone says that Master Liaowu of the Great Xiangguo Temple is like the moon in the sky, sacred and untouchable.
But an imperial decree from the empress dowager forces him to shatter his Buddhist vows, shed his kasaya, and enter the man-eating imperial palace to serve the bloodthirsty “young tyrant.”
Everyone bets on how soon this untouchable beauty will be tortured to death.
But on the very night he enters the palace, the tyrant points a sword at his throat, eyes full of disgust. “You want me to bear a child? You think you're worthy?”
Rong Chen had intended to watch this earthly hell with cold eyes, but unexpectedly glimpsed the trembling soul beneath the tyrant's ferocious exterior.
Later, the all-powerful emperor, eyes red, clutches his monk's robe in a desperate grip. “Rong Chen, I'll give you my empire. Just don't leave…”
The once-holy monk lowers his eyes and sighs, drawing her into his arms and kissing the vermilion mark between her brows. “This humble monk saves no one but Your Majesty.”
“In this life, the Buddha is in the Western Heaven, and you are in my arms.”
