On the night of the wedding, Su Qingyuan clutched the silver hairpin that was her biological mother's relic, waiting for the rumored murderous regent Xie Jinghan to send her on her way.
Unexpectedly, as the red candle swayed, the man full of evil spirits actually leaned over and hugged her into his arms. He rubbed his palms until they were warm before he dared to touch her. He patted her back and softly coaxed her to sleep: "The bed is cold, go to sleep."
Everyone knew that the regent was vicious and violent, and all three of his concubines died violently, but they didn't know that he would hold her in his arms late at night to sleep. When a headache broke out, she could only be relieved by rubbing her temples. He was as cruel as a Shura to others, and clingy to others like a loyal dog to others.
She went from a trembling concubine to a palace mistress who dared to glare at him, pinch his face, and shield him from the knife; he went from a paranoid villain who avoided strangers, to a doting wife who was jealous, coquettish, and afraid of losing her.
"Qingyuan, hold me tighter."
"I will remember everything about you; I will protect your people for the rest of my life."
This is a sweet story about two-way redemption - you are my weakness and my armor. For the rest of my life, the red candle will never go out and we will coax each other night after night.
