Zhao Zhaoxuan didn't understand, as a prince with a noble status, why did he have to rely on a woman to ascend to the throne?
He built a Kun Palace with gold in the palace. There were rumors outside that he was henpecked and henpecked, but he turned a deaf ear to it, but a call from his wife could make him run around until he broke his leg from exhaustion. Everyone said that Zhao Xuan returned his love to his queen crazily, but his wife said it was a prison.
Shen Jiao loves him, but she is also afraid of him. I don't know since when, she is no longer the free and willful girl, but the last hope for the honor and disgrace of the entire family.
Zhao Xuan didn't understand. He had forgiven everyone who wanted to harm him, but why his wife still refused to let him go?
None of them thought highly of me, but I was the most promising.
The emperor bestowed death on his beloved concubine, and Zhao Xuan was the prince left behind by the concubine. His identity was doubtful and he had no relatives.
In the court hall, every step of the way was being fought, and the prince was engaging in intrigues and deceptions.
To survive, but also to seek a truth.
The Nancheng Treasury, the changes in Jizhou, the war in Beisei, and the Dayan Kingdom were in danger.
"Honey, it's all my fault."
"Help me!"
"He cried, made trouble, and hanged himself. Please help me."
"Okay, okay, there's really nothing I can do about you."
"My dear wife, you are the best."
Marriage is the tomb of love. What would a marriage be without love?
Bai Yueguang is haunted by dreams.
She loves him and he doesn't care.
She hates him and he stalks her.
Fumbling for fluorescent lights in the dark.
Intention: Bai Yueguang haunts the soul