On the day of the imperial conquest, Chu Hengyu was dragged into the enemy's palace by a black iron chain clasping her wrist bones. Looking up, the man on the high seat was dressed in snow-colored clothes and his eyes were as cold as a banished immortal - it was Chu Tingbai, the imperial brother who was sent to the enemy country as a hostage ten years ago.
"Brother Emperor... Is that you?" His voice was hoarse.
Chu Tingbai lowered his eyes and smiled softly, and stroked the white jade paperweight on the case with his fingertips: "Hengyu has grown up, and he still remembers me."
Proton, who used to have enough to eat in the cold palace, has now become the most distinguished guest of the enemy country.
And he was imprisoned deep in Chu Tingbai's pavilion, playing chess, burning incense, and making tea every day, like a ridiculous old dream replaying. It wasn't until the wedding edict of the new emperor of the enemy country came that Chu Hengyu saw the chess game clearly - the soothing tea that was passed to his lips every night contained the bone-eroding lovesickness poison.
"Since you want me to hate you..." Chu Hengyu coughed up blood droplets, "Why are you afraid of my pain?"
Chu Tingbai hugged the man into his arms and kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Because your tears are more intoxicating than fine wine."
Concept: Ancient style of Machiavellianism, ultimate pull