The snow of the third year of Tianyuan sealed the city and sealed Yun Jue's life. The once son of a wealthy businessman is now a shackled mute slave. When dynasties change, the people suffer the most. The family is broken up and people are displaced. A face that is more beautiful than a woman is both a curse and a bargaining chip.
He huddled in the woodshed, thinking that the rest of his life would be nothing but darkness and biting cold, but he waited for a knife to split the light of the long night - his new master, the regent Fu Xingzhou.
In the memory, the temperature of the porridge bowl burned the fingertips, the rough possession was mixed with the gentle kiss, the humiliation and the momentary warmth were pulled repeatedly. He was afraid that this was a deeper hell, but he couldn't help but look forward to the glimmer of light that would luckily fall upon him. The sobs in her throat concealed the unwillingness she dared not express, and her trembling fingertips wrote humble prayers under the sheets.
Is this entanglement that started with slavery salvation or another hell...
Intention: love, troubled times, survival, conspiracy