New Emperor's Black Moonlight

Cong Yao was originally a slave of sin, but before her death, her mother spent all her wealth to buy her a clean identity. At the last moment, her mother told her to live well and never think about revenge. Cong Yao endured and hunkered down, struggling to survive. She only hoped to be released from the palace at the age of twenty-five, so that she could live a good life as her mother said. With a casual remark from the noble man, she was accused of serving the son of the deposed King Ye. That was the former Emperor Taisun, now the commoner Qi family. The child was living in seclusion in the palace. At best, he was under house arrest. At worst, it was a tomb of the living dead. The trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, and all the previous thoughts have become extravagant hopes. The Qi Shu people's residence was dilapidated and dirty, with cobwebs growing in the corners, and the dust and dust in the room made her cough uncontrollably. Cong Yao clenched her fist so hard that her fingernails drew blood from her palm. She knelt down and looked intently at the half-grown child who stood up straight and was as tall as her. Qi Shuren was as thin as a dry wheat straw, but he had a pair of dark eyes, as sinister and ferocious as a wolf. Cong Yao touched his withered hair and gently held his hand. "Your Highness, do you want to be emperor?" * Qi Qian has always known that Cong Yao is a very scheming woman. She reached out to him in the darkest moment of his life, like a ray of bright moonlight breaking through the thick fog. He beheaded the Queen Mother, expelled the late Emperor, and crawled out of that desperate situation. So when Qi Qian heard that she was leaving, he went crazy. He thought he was cruel enough, but when he saw her being bullied, kneeling on the bluestone bricks, and having her bare hands turned red by the scalding tea, he felt all kinds of pain, worse than the pain in his heart that would corrode his bones. Those hands had lit a lamp for him, sewed his clothes, brushed the mole under his lip, caressed his back during countless uncomfortable nights, and sang that unknown ditty to lull him to sleep. Qi Qian suddenly regretted it. Dignity is nothing, sincerity is nothing. He only wants Cong Yao to be by his side and never leave her again. No one can hurt her at all. No matter the price is gold, silver, jewelry, wealth and power. Or mountains of swords, seas of fire, and endless hell. * When the new emperor came to court, the courtiers lying on the ground under the white jade steps were all trembling. There was no other reason. Anyone who had any objections to the new emperor's accession to the throne had been killed. Rivers of blood flowed inside and outside the palace walls, and the point of the gloomy emperor's sword still dripped blood. "Qian" means relegation, a derogatory name given to him by the deposed Empress Dowager to humiliate him. The Ministry of Internal Affairs drafted words with auspicious and profound meanings and respectfully sent them to the Imperial Study Room, but the new emperor was nowhere to be seen. And the jade-faced Rakshasa who made all the civil and military officials in the dynasty change their minds after hearing about it, At this moment, he was kneeling on the ground, trembling and resting his head on a woman's lap. Begging almost to the point of collapse: "Sister, don't leave me, okay?" *** *The yandere and infatuated emperor in his youth × the indifferent and tough heroine *Double c, male under 10 years old, there was a misunderstanding between the male and female protagonists in the early stage *The female protagonist focuses on her career in the early stage, while the male protagonist pursues his wife in the crematorium in the later stage. Intention: Zhai Tang is blocked by the wind, teaching people to hate ruthlessness