Everyone in the civil and military circles of the dynasty knew that Pei Shuxue, the cold and aloof chief minister of the dynasty, was at odds with the vicious regent Yan Chenyuan.
But no one knew that when night fell, the powerful mad dog would press Pei Shuxue against the bed.
Yan Chenyuan's eyes were scarlet, and his fingers ran over the corners of his clothes that were stained with other people's breath. His voice was hoarse and trembling: "I looked at the Tanhua Lang three more times today. Does Mr. Pei think that this king is dead?"
The more indifferent Pei Shuxue becomes, the more crazily the dark possessiveness in Yan Chenyuan grows.
In order to cut off all retreats for this flower of the high mountains, he laid out a monstrous plan for the camp step by step, breaking all the wings around him with his own hands, just to lock this handful of "sparse snow" forever in the golden cage he built.
Until that day, Pei Shuxue resigned and wanted to fly away.
Yan Chenyuan stepped into the mansion with a bloody sword, smiling desperately and sickly: "Want to escape? Unless you step on my bones..."
