A powerful core and steady personality, looking down on everything as an equal × a proud, seductive, sharp-tongued, scheming, frail eldest princess × a sinister powerful minister, in devoted-puppy mode
In the third year of Tianlong, the young emperor ascended the throne. The previous emperor and the empress dowager died one after another, and the eldest princess Yu An took control of the court as regent.
Rumor had it that Yu An had the face of a bodhisattva and the heart of a snake and scorpion. The young emperor was simple-minded and often fell under her spell, committing brutal murders. The people hated her and wished they could tear her apart and devour her.
Rebels rose in revolt, and ministers from outside the court stormed the palace under the banner of purging the emperor's inner circle. Seriously wounded and unable to move, Yu An thought her death was at hand.
But the young chancellor, who should have stabbed her through the heart, lifted her into the imperial throne, locked the palace doors, and pressed close to her, their temples and cheeks brushing.
Outside the hall, swords flashed. Inside, tenderness and passion entwined.
The two drew closer and closer. Yu An let out a slow breath, draped herself over his shoulder with eyes as alluring as silk, and parted her lips. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Song Jinghe, I will kill you one day."
*
After years of heavy snowfall, Song Jinghe, now the highest-ranking minister, knelt before her couch, snowflakes caught in his dark lashes. He had just killed someone, and blood spattered his brow, yet he bent to brew tea for her.
The rising steam softened the stench of blood.
Yu An's expression was cool and distant as her gaze passed over the crisscrossing scars on his body. Reclining halfway on the beauty couch, she held a pipe, took a deep draw, and, eyes hazy, defiantly blew smoke into his face.
"I taught you to set tigers against wolves, to be resourceful and decisive. I didn't teach you to go out and take a blade for someone, then come back covered in filth and offend my eyes."
The battle beyond the frontier had been horrific. Skulls lay in heaps, insects nested among them, and wild geese fell ill. He had crawled back from the corpses with an injured left arm and knelt before her to beg for medicine.
She turned the pipe around and gently lifted his chin with it. Words of comfort turned over in her mouth, but what came out was a taunt: "Everything about you is soft except your bones."
But he couldn't behave himself. Desire gleamed in his sinister eyes as he caught her hand and pressed it downward. "There's still one part that's hard. Your Highness, care to find out?"
Weibo: @Zhuozhiyu_Moyu. The original blurb was posted on Jinjiang on February 26, 2024. The latest version was updated on September 7, 2026, and a screenshot has been saved on Weibo.
Theme: World peace
