Murong Si Yin was the daughter of the prime minister, whose father was a founding hero of the dynasty. As the only daughter of the Murong family, she had been cherished and spoiled since childhood.
But after marrying the emperor and entering the palace as empress, she became a bird in a cage, never seeing the light of day. Only after her parents and brothers died one after another did she learn that it had all been the emperor's scheme. Though they were husband and wife, there was not a trace of affection between them, only manipulation.
In the cold palace's secluded courtyard, through long and hopeless years, her only companion was a lean, fierce figure in the darkness.
He was the emperor's most trusted shadow guard, a spy planted at her side. He couldn't speak and was naturally aloof, yet he stayed with her from their youth until his death.
But in that life, the emperor alone occupied her heart and eyes. She treated the guard as nothing but an outlet for her anger, teasing him when she was in a good mood and beating and scolding him whenever she felt bad. She never once looked at him properly.
It was only when he died in her arms, his blood staining her white clothes, that she suddenly remembered his name.
One day, Murong Si Yin casually wrote down three characters and tossed the paper to him, looking listless. "You're nothing but a dog at the emperor's side. Who would care what your name is?"
"Wei Zi Ning," he silently mouthed.
For the first time, the youth's sharp, handsome face broke into a smile, his dark eyes shining like stars in the night.
From then on, that thin scrap of paper bearing his name became the most precious thing in his life.
P.S.:
The male lead can't speak at first, but he'll be cured later.
Theme: Love has always been a mad passion, a sorrow beyond the wind and moon.
