Three months after the new emperor ascended the throne, dusk fell in the Zichen Palace. Yang Li, the former Taifu of the East Palace and the late Emperor Shujun, fell into the hands of the emperor.
When he was young, he was a gentleman as gentle as jade. He taught the prince how to write, and his whole body was filled with aura. This was an obsession that Zhang Xuan had hidden in his heart for many years.
The late Emperor's dragon lords over his distinguished guests, and he wears a dragon robe. The once forbearing young man finally becomes a noble man, and his paranoia and possessiveness burst out.
He imprisoned the person in the deep palace, forced him to bow his head with the authority of the emperor, and forced him to stay by his side. He was the glorious Taifu, and he was also his exclusive concubine in the dark night.
Above the court, whoever dares to covet his husband will be punished by thunder; deep inside the palace, domineering robbery, carrying the deep love that has been hidden for half a life, presses harder and harder.
Yang Li was heartbroken. As a widow of the former dynasty, she had no family background and no military power, so she could only be at the mercy of others. Until the emperor took off his sharp edge, confessed his youthful heart, apologized clumsily, and offered him a job with the country, promising him his lifelong preference.
In the past, the king and his ministers were shackles, and once the love was deep, it was difficult to hide it. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers kept company, and eventually they went in both directions, staying with each other year after year.
Paranoid and possessive, the strong emperor attacks × the tolerant and charming Taifu suffers
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