Yin Hui clawed her way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, then took the highest throne.
Once she held power, she became the most iron-fisted ruler in Lin Yue's history.
And also the ruler people trusted most.
But the throne's consort seat had been empty for a long time. Powerful factions watched hungrily, and every day, fresh new faces of men appeared before Yin Hui.
A refined young gentleman, a dashing young man, a mature and steady man of learning...
They were like peacocks competing to show off, hoping only to earn a glance from her.
Then a neighboring kingdom sent over a hostage.
Yin Hui watched him step down from the carriage. He wore plain white robes and had a pale, frail face, like a delicate flower too fragile to be plucked.
Yet he was blessed with stunning looks, and every move he made carried an indescribable allure.
When they first met, his eyes were full of tenderness as he softly called to her:
"Your Majesty..."
Yin Hui's heart suddenly felt a little unsettled.
Shang Li broke his own wings with his own hands, making himself meek and pitiable.
He took expensive medicine, growing thinner by the day.
He practiced the most alluring poses, the most tender gazes, and traced rouge again and again in front of the mirror...
He didn't care what anyone else thought. He only wanted his god to spare him a glance.
She wanted the kingdom, so he would give her the kingdom.
She wanted power, so he would give her supreme power.
And all he wanted...
Was a place by her side in bed.
Theme: Strive for a better life
