The emperor is seventeen years old and likes steamed cheese with sugar and beautiful women.
The Crown Prince's wife set up a trap and entered the palace, hiding a lotus handkerchief soaked in aphrodisiac incense in her sleeve. She thought she was taming a young beast, but she didn't know that the beast had already seen through the antidote on the tip of her tongue.
"I knew there was fragrance in your handkerchief." He bit her earlobe and smiled, "Madam has set up a trap, and I will take advantage of it. If Madam doesn't set up a trap, I will take advantage of it. Anyway, I can't live without Madam."
Three days later, her husband was deposed as a commoner and locked in a dungeon. She stayed with the emperor, grinding ink for him, changing his clothes, and warming his quilt. And the half-letter that read "Yin He Wufu" was held by the young emperor on his fingertips, tilting his head and smiling at her:
"Mengyu, what are you looking at?"
Golden bricks and jade steps, whose body is imprisoned, and whose heart is locked. He dismissed the courtiers, dispersed the harem, and offered her only weakness with both hands. And she carries a secret that he can never find out, and she calls "Aji" warmly in his ear every day.
Prey and hunter, who falls into whose cage first?
Concept: In the depths of power and intrigue, love is also a prison.