Blurb: A cold-hearted princess x a ruthless power minister / taking by force
Fu Wanning has spent more than a decade as a pampered princess, indulged by the emperor and given everything she could ask for.
She never imagined that one day,
she would kneel before the young minister she disliked most, bowing to beg him.
The emperor has passed away, and her young brother is caught up in the struggle for imperial power, his life hanging by a thread.
The court is rife with intrigue, while the all-powerful prime minister leans against the couch, admiring the torrential rain outside.
And,
the stunning beauty by his side.
Fu Wanning looks up at him as rain pours outside.
On the couch, Song Hengzhi curls his lips into a faint smile. His long, elegant fingers lightly trace the painting she made of a young general, his tone unreadable. "Princess, your painting is quite lovely."
As soon as he finishes speaking, he tosses the painting into the candle flame.
In an instant, only ashes remain.
Fu Wanning bites her lip until it begins to bleed.
The next moment, the man's cool fingers seize her chin. His eyelids twitch as he fixes her with a heavy stare.
"Since you came to me for help, Princess, you shouldn't be thinking about another man."
*
When the cold, sharp blade presses against his neck, Song Hengzhi can't help closing his eyes and chuckling.
The Princess Fujia, raised from childhood under the tutelage of the Imperial Tutor, would never willingly become a clinging vine. She has simply endured for a long time.
But still.
He lowers his eyes to the slender, pale fingers cut by the blade, his expression dark and unreadable.
At last,
he reaches out and covers her hand, not caring that the blade presses a little deeper into his neck. A bead of blood rolls down. "Your Highness may kill me if you wish, but don't hurt yourself."
"Whatever Your Highness wishes, I will gladly accept."
Premise: Beauty makes life joyful
