In the plum forest in the imperial garden, Yu'e was pushed to the ground, looking as embarrassed as a bird with broken wings.
Zheng stood in front of her
"Get up."
She tried twice and couldn't stand up.
He was silent for a moment, then slowly bent down and stretched out his hand.
Those were a pair of hands that controlled the world and were decisive in killing, but they were reaching out to her at this moment.
She gently put her hand into his palm
He had been decisive in killing in his life, and the only time he bent down was for her.
Parallel text of the former dynasty and the harem
Living in a troubled world, we can't help ourselves,
They move toward each other step by step and become each other's support.
The emperor regards the world as his chess piece, and the concubine regards the common people as her thoughts.
Love is not worth the difference
fictional history
No dynasty comparison
