Everyone said that the new nobleman who entered the palace was a weak dodder flower.
She was born extremely beautiful, so beautiful that she overshadowed the three thousand beauties in the harem; she was also born extremely weak, so weak that she could be blown away by a gust of wind. She lowered her head when seeing anyone, spoke softly, and her eyes were always covered with a thin layer of mist, like a frightened white rabbit.
Emperor Xiao Yan is the most cold-blooded emperor in the world. He killed his brother and his father, and stepped on the bones to ascend the throne. No one in the civil and military circles dared to look him in the eye. He hated everything that was weak, and even more disgusted with the jealous women in the harem.
He thought he would never be tempted by anyone.
Until he saw Wen Si.
She knelt in the crowd at the draft. Everyone was trembling with fear. Only she raised her head slightly and glanced at him with her tearful eyes. There was fear, weakness, and pity in that look - but Xiao Yan saw something in those eyes that made him want to get closer.
He couldn't tell what it was. But at that moment, he wanted to keep this little flower that was about to wither in the palm of his hand.
"Just her."
From then on, the cold-blooded emperor began to raise a dodder flower with his own hands. He gave her the most delicate clothes, the rarest food, and the gentlest care. She was afraid of thunder, so he put down the endless memorials to accompany her; she had nightmares, so he held her hand all night; she was bullied by the women in the harem, and he put her in the cold palace without saying a word.
He raised Wen Si to be a hundred times more precious than the real daughter of the prime minister's family. He raised her so that the whole world knew that Wen Si was the most beloved person of the emperor and no one could touch her.
Wen Si leaned in his arms, her voice as soft as the spring breeze in March: "Your Majesty is so kind to me."
Xiao Yan lowered his head to look at her, his brows and eyes that had been cold for a lifetime finally became warm: "If I don't treat you well, who can I treat well?"
What he didn't know was that every time this fragile little flower smiled in his arms, she was thinking about the person who harmed her entire village.
What she wanted was never just his favor.
What she wanted was for him to deliver that man's head to her with his own hands.
And she has patience, means, and the ability to slowly tighten the roots of this dodder flower as it clings to the towering tree.
Intention: You think I am clinging to you, but actually I am taming you.