I Pulled the Regent Off the Altar

Everyone in the capital knew that Su Yan of the Zhenguo Palace was an out-and-out dandy - dressed in red with open arms, hanging out in brothels and gambling houses every night, and being chased and beaten all over the city by his father carrying a stick. No one knows that underneath this slutty body is a knife that cleans the court for the late emperor. Until he somersaulted into the carriage of Regent Ming Shuye, and bumped into those eyes as cold as ancient wells. That man held great military power and had power over the government and the public, but he stayed in a Buddhist temple for nine years in a cold and lonely way. Su Yan looked at that dust-free appearance and had only one thought in his mind - to pull him off the altar and roll with him in the mud. He teased him, teased him, and watched his cold mask shatter inch by inch. But when he was poisoned and passed out, his life hanging by a thread, the always calm regent slaughtered half of the capital with a heavy sword in his red eyes - only then did Su Yan realize that he had been his for a long time. The two people test, entangle, and express their sincerity between machinations and blades. One fell from the clouds, the other rose from the mud, and finally held each other's hands in troubled times. ——You are the only person in my small world who cannot tolerate others.