Tyrant Regrets After Forcing Sick Beauty

[The soft-hearted beauty★Crazy criticizes the dedicated emperor] "There is only one person you love, hold it in your hand for fear of him making trouble, and hold it in your mouth for fear of him turning into someone else." —— Han Ling is the third prince who is dispensable in the imperial palace. His biological mother was a princess from a foreign country who was sent to her after a defeat in the war. She had no power and no backing. Everyone in the palace could give her a few scorns. The princes of his generation ostracized her and ignored her, and the servants also treated her with perfunctory contempt. At a young age, he would always sit alone under a tree in a remote corner of the corridor. He didn't like to talk, his eyebrows were lowered and he was in a daze. His whole body was cold and indifferent, without any youthful vitality. Chu Qiuli was different. The regent's only child had been cared for and cared for by his elders since he was a child. He had a gentle and gentle temperament and didn't have any arrogance in his treatment of others. One time, there was a banquet in the palace, and there was a lot of noise and excitement everywhere. He felt bored by the noise, so he sneaked to a quiet corridor to relax alone, and saw Han Ling sitting alone in the shadows. When others saw Han Ling, they subconsciously avoided him, but Chu Qiuli walked straight over, gently sat down next to him, and spoke softly. "Why are you staying here alone?" Han Ling raised his head suddenly. It was rare for someone to approach him. He was stunned for a long time without responding. Chu Qiuli was not embarrassed and chatted with him leisurely, talking about the newly blooming flowers and plants in the garden and interesting things outside, with a light and gentle tone. The young man chatted for a short moment, without pity or alienation, just pure chatting company. In the noisy and flashy palace, everyone was prejudiced, but Chu Qiuli showed him warmth without any grudges. Han Ling's silent and gloomy heart suddenly lit up. In the countless lonely and unbearable days that followed, the gentle talk of the young man in the corridor that day reappeared repeatedly. Small theater—— Everyone knows that the Queen of Chu loved red plums the most. The trees in the harem's villa were full of red plums, and bursts of whimpering could be heard in the house. Wearing a black feathered attire pressing down her fair body, she held a fine-tipped brush stained with cinnabar in her hand. There is a small mole on Chu Qiuli's waist, which is charming and fascinating, arousing people's imagination. Han Ling had accidentally glimpsed it in his early years. He had always wanted to take a closer look, but had no chance. Nowadays, there is plenty of time for fine grinding. Han Ling: My beloved, this mole is so charming. I wonder who she wants to seduce? *The emperor is mentally ill *Every time the Queen of Chu wanted to forgive the emperor, the emperor would be suspicious and angry to death. *Bloody *Overall sweet article, liked and attacked, he Concept: Failure is the beginning of success