Zhao Xuan couldn't understand. As a prince of such noble status, why did he have to rely on a woman to rise to power?
He had a palace built of gold within the imperial palace. Rumors spread that he was henpecked and afraid of his wife. He paid them no mind, yet at his wife's call, he would rush around doing her bidding until he was ready to drop. The world said Zhao Xuan was madly in love with his empress, but his wife insisted it was a cage.
Shen Jiao loved him, but she feared him, too. She couldn't say when she stopped being the free-spirited, willful young woman she had been and became the last hope for her entire family's honor and disgrace.
Zhao Xuan couldn't understand. He had forgiven everyone who had once tried to harm him, so why wouldn't his own wife let him go?
No one believes in me, but I'm the one who proves them wrong.
The emperor had his beloved consort put to death. Zhao Xuan was the prince she left behind, with a disputed identity and no family to call his own.
In the court, every step was a careful maneuver. Among the princes, everyone schemed against one another.
He fought to survive, and to uncover the truth.
The Nancheng treasury, the Jizhou upheaval, the wars along the northern frontier: the Great Yan Kingdom stood on the brink of collapse.
"Honey, it was all my fault."
"Please help me!"
"I'll cry, make a scene, and threaten to hang myself. Please, just help me."
"All right, all right. I can't do anything with you."
"My darling wife, you're the best."
Marriage is the grave of love. What becomes of a marriage without love?
The white moonlight haunts her dreams.
She loved him, and he couldn't care less.
She hated him, and he wouldn't leave her alone.
Groping through the darkness toward a glimmer of light.
Theme: The white moonlight haunts her dreams
