"If this dragon chair must be warmed with his blood, I would rather burn the Nine Layers Palace with my own hands."
He is the most exquisite prisoner under his authority.
Chen Bi was trapped in two hopeless loves in his life: one was for Mingyue Langlang's old friend Shen Yingqi, which was a reflection of his ideal world, so clean that it was not stained by dust, but it shattered into rivers before his eyes, leaving no bones.
The other scene was about his father Chen Yuanzhi, who was connected by blood and hated him to the bone - the man who dragged him from the clouds into the mire and left a deep mark on his bones and blood.
Until the war broke out again at the border and Nue's cavalry knocked on the pass, Shen Yingqi, who had been "dead" for a long time, unexpectedly reappeared in the enemy chief's tent.
At the same time, a shocking assassination targeting Chen Yuanzhi pointed all evidence to Chen Bi.
"It's not me." Under heavy siege, he only said three words to the man.
Chen Yuanzhi looked at him, his eyes as deep as prison: "Prove it to me."
The way to prove it is to carve out your own heart with your own hands. It is when the mountains and rivers are broken, between the stigma of "treason" and the curse of "parricide", that we embark on the most difficult road of no return.
"Father." He once put the dagger at the opponent's throat with a smile during the bloody night in the palace. "You taught me that if you want something, you have to get it with your own hands, grab it, and do whatever it takes."
"Even if it's me?" Chen Yuanzhi pinched his wrist bone with such force that it almost crushed him.
"Especially you." Chen Bi's eyes reflected the sky-high firelight, and also reflected the flash of almost painful dark light in the emperor's eyes.
"Nie Zi, you betrayed me for him after all." Chen Yuanzhi's voice came through the palace wall, cold and bone-chilling.
He didn't answer. He just turned around and walked towards the beacon fire in the sky, towards his destined destiny. Perhaps many years ago, when that lonely child was brought into the deep palace and given the name "Bi", it was destined that in his life, he would eventually sink into the quagmire of boundless power and emotion, crushing himself to reflect the last, sad afterglow of an era.
Love is the most deadly poison in this deep palace, and it is also the only real light in this troubled world.
——Reading tips——
The ultimate entanglement | Father, son, monarch and minister, intertwined in love and hate; white moonlight and cinnabar mole, sour and bloody, extremely entangled.
Strong Confrontation | The paranoid king with deep thoughts × the idealistic crazy beauty, falling in love and killing each other until death.
Power is at the core | Political turmoil, internal and external difficulties, all emotions are put to the test in the face of the justice of the country and life and death.
Deep sadomasochism｜Lies, betrayal, sacrifice, and redemption, explore the various forms and costs of love in the context of apocalyptic overturn.
Under the heavy jade, there is a fiery soul, immortal love, and the last elegy of a dynasty.
Intention: A tragic story about "I destroyed my son, my son destroyed his grandson, and the grandson finally destroyed himself in his resistance". It explores why the deepest hatred is most likely to breed between the closest people, and how much a person has to pay in order to stick to his original intention.
