The Sword in the Emperor's Palm

Feng Wutong spent his whole life as the emperor's knife. If Emperor Jingxi is the Holy Son of Heaven that everyone looks up to, she is the shadow in the dark that cannot see the light. Every time she came back to life perfectly, she always knelt down beside the emperor's legs in the most respectful manner, let the warm palms caress the top of her hair, and praised him with a smile, "that's good." He was once her Lord, her heaven, and her unavailable. Until that day, Bai Ling's poisonous wine dagger was placed in front of her, letting her choose. The eunuch's voice came down with arrogance, the Holy Spirit said that you are a woman, so you will spare the owl's head and give you the whole body. After being reborn, she touched the sword newly given by the emperor and chuckled. She turned around to find the rebel king who had attempted rebellion in her previous life, her old rival who had been secretly fighting with her all her life. King Langya, Yu Wenchong. The scheming King Langya still looks like a dandy and a wandering libertine in the capital. Under the setting sun at dusk, Feng Wutong was leaning against the window, playing with her black hair with her fingertips, and said to him calmly, "If you beat me once, I will be the sword in your palm." First drafted on 2021.12.31 Intention: Break through the shackles