Lin Wanyan knew his ending - a glass of poisoned wine, ending badly.
So she chose to run first out of respect.
But the man who was supposed to hate her to the core blocked her in a corner with red eyes and asked her in a hoarse voice why she ran away after flirting with her.
Starting from a "small portrait of abdominal muscles" signed by her, she was involved in a shocking conspiracy.
The dry well in the cold palace, the poisonous smoke in the culvert, the Buddhist hall in Cining Palace... She peeled off the cocoons, only to find that all the conspiracies pointed to a woman who had been dead for many years.
And he, the young emperor who dominated the world, gave her all his affection and paranoia.
He clumsily cooked porridge for her, waited by the bedside for her to wake up, tore up the memorial to impeach her in front of the officials, and said that he would make her his queen.
"Lin Wan," he held her in his arms, his voice trembling with a tremor that had been suppressed for many years, "in this life, don't ever think about running away again."
