Ruthless princess x cold-hearted, unfeeling chief eunuch
Li Wennian was the only legitimate eldest princess of Dayue. She should have enjoyed a life of wealth and glory, envied by all, but she was dragged into the struggle for the throne.
And so, her glory faded, and the once-revered princess was personally escorted to the execution ground by the man rumored to be her lover.
As she faced death, Li Wennian let her hair fall loose over her shoulders and fixed her gaze on the man seated before the execution platform.
Li Wennian thought, Ying Lanyue, even as a ghost, I won't let you get away with this.
To her surprise, when she opened her eyes again, she was once more the legitimate eldest princess whom everyone envied. The cold, unfeeling Chief Eunuch was now nothing more than a handsome, powerful eunuch who had only just taken office.
Li Wennian forgave herself, but she had no intention of letting him off the hook.
*
Ying Lanyue, an eunuch of the Eastern Depot, entered the palace at twelve. He spent ten years clawing his way up through power and corpses to become Chief Eunuch.
He was peerlessly handsome, with a face as lovely as a flower, but a single glance from his alluring eyes could make anyone tremble.
He never expected those eyes to fall in love with someone. He gave everything to help her rise to greatness, only to send her to the execution platform.
Ying Lanyue thought he would never see Li Wennian again.
Until the princess, riding proudly in fine clothes, appeared before him once more.
Ying Lanyue lowered his head, but the horsewhip in Li Wennian's hand forced him to look up:
"You're the Chief Eunuch of the Eastern Depot?"
"I heard you were peerlessly handsome. I have to say, the rumors seem accurate."
Ying Lanyue said nothing, merely nodding slightly. It would be best for them both to put the past behind them in this life.
But he never expected that a single call of "Lanyue" would make him unable to take another step.
*
Ying Lanyue, Chief Eunuch of the Eastern Depot, hated being called by his name more than anything.
Yet Li Wennian insisted on calling him that.
"Lanyue, Lanyue..."
The noble princess kissed the man's crimson earlobe, red as if it might bleed. She watched a misty sheen rise in his passion-filled eyes, reflecting her image.
Ying Lanyue lost himself, letting her kiss him, and thought in trepidation: This time, I'll never escape her.
Theme: When all seems lost, a new path appears
