She has a face that eclipses everything in the world, but she never really belongs to anyone.
The beauty of Princess Showa is a sin. Those who have seen her will never forget her; those who have never seen her will flock to her. She was imprisoned in the palace not because of her fault, but because of her face that even peach blossoms were ashamed of.
Xie Yunxuan, the top scholar in the new science field, knew with just one glance that he could throw away his poor life for ten years; the prince of Zhenbei was willing to give up half of his military power in exchange for her smile; the prince of Nan'an wrote hundreds of poems for her, each one of which shed tears.
And the Prince of the East Palace, Li Jingming, her biological brother, used the gentlest gesture to weave the deepest cage. Every night in the Ninghua Hall, the candlelight flickers, and the boundaries of ethics are blurred in the breath.
"Sister Huang, tell me you will not leave me." The young prince buried his face in her neck, his voice hoarse like a trapped animal.
Princess Showa just smiled, and her fingertips traced the moist corners of his eyes, like stroking a delicate pet.
She enjoys everyone's obsession, but never expresses her sincerity. It wasn't until a palace coup tore apart the calm surface, and the men who were crazy about her showed their cards one after another, that she was shocked to realize that she was not only the prey, but also the hunter.
"Do you want the world, or do you want me?"
"I want the world, and then I want you."
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A game of power with beauty as the edge, and a forbidden love that cannot be tolerated in the world, are quietly staged within the deep walls of the Forbidden City. When obsession turns into obsession, when protection turns into possession, who is the ultimate winner?
Concept: When beauty becomes a shackle, should we get rid of it or use it?
