Blood spilled on the battlefield, and Han Zigao was dyed deep red by the setting sun.
Chen Qian was seriously injured, so Han Zigao carried him out of the siege.
Tears and blood intertwined, blurring his vision. The road he walked with Chen Qian was lonely and desolate...
Fighting on the battlefield, life and death depend on each other, internal and external troubles, life and death are in the same boat.
Fortunately, he hugged the right thigh, and Chen Qian gave him the glory and wealth he wanted.
Chen Qian (Emperor Chen Wen) wants to canonize Han Zigao as queen, allowing this forbidden love to bloom at the top of power.
"The bullshit retribution and curses of the civil and military dynasties are non-existent..."
Han Zigao enjoyed the palace with carved beams and embroidered pillars, and was greedy for the luxury of piling up gold and jade.
"Confusing Chao Gang? The sky is struck by lightning? Where is the retribution?"
A dazzling bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, followed by a deafening thunder.
"Holy shit, please don't hit me."
When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer surrounded by the familiar glazed palace walls, but the cold steel forest; the air was no longer filled with the fragrance of ambergris, but car exhaust.
"Damn it, what the hell is this place?"
After Chen Goudan tricked him into signing a contract of prostitution, Han Zigao was tricked one after another in order to get the jade pendant.
"Chen Goudan, I was played to death by you..."
The shady capitalist exploitation attack vs. The cunning and forceful monster drama.
Concept: Why does the love of a stingy boss smell sour?
