He is a great general who dominates the battlefield, revered by thousands. She is the prime minister's daughter, beautiful enough to topple a kingdom. At first sight, he gives her a casual glance, and she falls for him from then on. Time and again, he acts indifferent, yet keeps giving her hope. She thought he was where she belonged for the rest of her life, never imagining that the tides would turn and he would rule the world overnight.
Even as the supreme emperor, he treats her just as he always did, lavishing her with the most magnificent, extravagant affection. Is it true love that never changes, or a hidden scheme no one knows about...***************************************************
"Just behave yourself, and I will guarantee you wealth and honor." Seated on the dragon throne, he expressionlessly reviewed memorials, never once looking at her.
"Wealth and honor?" She could only find it ironic. "But I don't care for them."
With that, she drew a dagger from her robes and pointed it at her heart. All she saw was a sea of red.***************************************************
In the depths of the palace, whose heart did whom capture? And who was secretly grieving on the lonely cliff?
