There is no heroine, no golden fingers, no writing skills, and no pursuit. It purely satisfies my personal creative desires.
Introduction:
Qin Huai stepped into the silent depths of feudal imperial power one early morning when he was running to the classroom.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw the deep palace passage, the glazed tiles glowing coldly in the night, and a man silently watching her - the young emperor, Jiang Yeming.
To him, she was an anomaly that appeared out of thin air, an unknown thing that needed to be controlled, analyzed, and evaluated. To her, he was the cold, elegant and absolute embodiment of imperial power, an existence that she could not understand, let alone contend with.
There is no systematic blessing, no golden finger's luck, only the panic of an ordinary high school student, and the extremely rational scrutiny of an emperor.
This is not an encounter, but a silent wrestling.
Inside and outside the Zhuqiang, between the emperor and his ministers, explore the story of the collision between the modern soul and the feudal royal power.
Although no one is watching, it is a common practice to avoid lightning:
The male protagonist is truly an emperor, the female protagonist is truly an ordinary person, and the female protagonist must not enter
There's no serious ancient knowledge, it's just fictitious
atypical romance story
The quality is very poor, I just put it up as a backup
Intention: In a cage forged by power, let's see how long a free soul can burn.