Si Qingluo was a modern-day master of the art of seduction. When she opened her eyes, she had become a disgraced consort, thrown into the Cold Palace and sentenced to drink poison.
A hellish start from the start? She smiled. This level of difficulty wasn't even enough to warm her up.
But she never expected that the young emperor Yan Yunci, rumored to be sinister and violent and confined to his sickbed, would be a possessive obsessive to the core.
She had only flirted with him on a whim to save her own life, but he latched on and refused to let go.
He would sneak into the Cold Palace in the dead of night and trap her between the cold sheets, his feverish eyes full of possessiveness. “Where do you think you're going, my consort?”
He would slaughter the entire harem for her, yet if she so much as glanced at someone else, he would lock her in his arms and threaten her in a hoarse voice: “Si Qingluo, your eyes belong only on me.”
A master seductress meets a mad, obsessive emperor. She meant to rely on her acting skills to rise to power, but his extreme devotion and possessiveness gradually forced her into the very center of his heart.
How did this palace intrigue turn into the obsessive emperor's forced romance?
