The Tyrant's Enchantress

Youdu, a dynasty that exists only in ballads. Chen Jue devoted his life to proving it was real.

And he succeeded.

The antique mirror in his home really did connect to the Youdu Dynasty from a thousand years ago.

It also let him witness Fu Wei, the legendary tyrant of breathtaking beauty and mercurial temper.

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Chen Jue calmly recorded everything. In fact, after watching the tyrant go about his daily life for a while, he found it surprisingly addictive.

Fu Wei smashed a vase. Chen Jue wrote: Youdu's glazed ceramics are likely at the height of their art.

Fu Wei personally cut someone down with his sword. Chen Jue wrote: This man deserved to die, but the tyrant's swordsmanship is precise. He has likely trained in martial arts.

After recording everything so carefully for over a month, Chen Jue set out to uncover the truth behind Youdu's fall. What he never expected was that the antique mirror in his home was actually a two-way mirror.

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That evening, for some unknown reason, the tyrant suddenly flew into a rage. Every servant in the Sleepless Palace was executed overnight, and Youdu was engulfed in flames that burned all night. The stench of blood seemed to reach Chen Jue where he stood.

Every cruel tale in the ballads was confirmed before Chen Jue's eyes. Yet as he looked at the tyrant who stood above all others, he suddenly thought that the man seemed terribly lonely.

Outside, flames soared to the sky and screams of desperate pleading rang out. Fu Wei sat, covered in blood, before a solitary lamp. Weariness weighed on his brow and eyes, as if the casual order he'd just given hadn't cost over a hundred people their lives.

Looking at Fu Wei like this, Chen Jue set down his pen for the first time.

But at that very moment, Fu Wei suddenly raised his eyes. He tilted his head slightly, his peach-blossom eyes shimmering with allure across a thousand years of time. "You've been watching me for so long..."

He smiled at Chen Jue. "Do you want to be my queen?"

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At that moment, Chen Jue thought: Archaeology never taught me how to handle this.

But then he thought: Well, I'm already here.

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Help! The tyrant's bewitching consort turns out to be me.

[Calm on the outside, unhinged archaeologist seme x Beautiful, ruthless tyrant uke who schemes at every turn]

Theme: Love is the greatest thing of all.