Late at night in Yongjing is never peaceful. In the hexagonal pavilion of the Hou Mansion, Qi Lianchen, a young man in red, is sitting quietly with a scroll in his hand. His crimson robe glows coldly under the lamp. The coldness between his brows is worse than Qiulu - he is waiting for the man in white who smells of alcohol.
Shen Yanci, the dandy young marquis despised by everyone in the capital, had a loose mutton-fat jade hairpin around his waist, hair tangled around his lips, and the shadow of a sword hidden in his drunken eyes. Is he really indulging in wine and sex when he hangs around Chun Man Mansion every day, or is he using his romance to hide his identity?
An unexpected "redemption" in Chunmanlou tied the son of the guilty minister and the idle prince together. Is the red mark on the neck when they sleep on the same bed a show for the eyeliners, or is a secret emotion quietly fermenting? In the steaming mist of the medicinal bath, there is a conspiracy to overthrow the dynasty, but how sincere is the cloak handed to him and the gentle words in the middle of the night?
When Qian Sheng Emperor's eyes are all over the prince's mansion, when General Shen Zhan's old subordinates are waiting in the dark, when General Qishan's life and death are a mystery - how can this pair of people with seemingly contradictory positions defend each other on the tip of the scheming knife and overthrow this decadent world?
There is a reversal hidden in every page, and there is a temptation in every approach. What you think is a romantic affair is actually a chess game of life and death step by step.
Is it him or her?
Intention: Love has no requirements, this is why love is love, he or she can do it