The Emperor and Empress Put on an Act Every Day

Emperor Nan Hao of Dayan had one great love in his life: the holy son of the Phoenix God Temple, disciple of the temple's master, who ruled over Dayan. In the tenth year of Haoyuan, on the night of the imperial wedding, Dayan was thrown into turmoil. Emperor Nan Hao fell gravely ill and shut himself away to recuperate, leaving the holy son to manage state affairs. Some said the holy son had betrayed his beloved and imprisoned the emperor, and that the Phoenix God Temple intended to replace the imperial house of Dayan. The holy son wouldn't stand for it. Holy Son: Your Majesty, my reputation has been slandered. Emperor: Be good, Empress. I'll clear your name. Holy Son: Everyone thinks you ought to hate me. Emperor: I don't. Holy Son: It was exhausting putting on that act. I want compensation. Emperor: I give you my whole life. A dramatic couple join forces to put on a show and take on the divine temple. Their romance is a sweet little treat~ A calculating emperor who commands life and death x a cool-headed, clever, devoted and steadfast holy son Coming next: This Sword Needs a Bath Cang Jian, the greatest divine sword in the Six Realms, spent hundreds of years drunk in a wine jar at the Divine Palace and became a rusty old sword. One day, he finally sobered up, only to be mistaken for scrap metal and tossed into a forge for reforging. Then he blew the forge sky-high. Cang Jian fled in a hurry after causing trouble, with a string of little followers trailing behind him, drawn by the famed reputation of the divine sword. During his escape, he happened to hear a rumor from the martial world: The divine prince who descended from the God Realm has a sword that's unbelievably stinky and ugly. When he draws it, rust flakes everywhere, and heroes flee, not daring to go near. He lost it a few days ago and is offering a fortune to find it. Lord Cang Jian looked at his own sword body, smelly with the scent of spilled wine and covered in rust, and fell into a strange silence. Cang Jian (angrily): You've used me for so many years. Why haven't you ever given me a bath? Divine Prince (blushing): We've only just met. Why would I give you a bath? Cang Jian (smirking): Aren't you my master? Divine Prince (dumbfounded): ...Huh? Cang Jian (bristling): Give me a bath! A bath! Divine Prince (dumbfounded): Oh... all right. A sword who is both god and demon, and demands a bath every day, as the top; an honest, adorable divine prince who bathes his sword every day, as the bottom Theme: