Don't Sing at Night

Red makeup is the armor, and the dry well hides the edge. This is a shocking chess game in the name of love. ? On the first night of the Ming Dynasty, a humble concubine from the Duke's palace was treated as an abandoned son by her father's family and sent to Prince Shen's palace for "joy." When she stepped into the gate of the mansion, what greeted her was not the burning wedding candles, but the twisted lone crane under the pale lantern, and the rotten blood seeping out from the moss in the dry well. In the eyes of the world, this palace is a mausoleum where the mad and paralyzed king is imprisoned, and it is also an abyss that swallows up living people. Her husband, Prince Shen Zhao Wuyin— Sitting upright in a wheelchair, wearing a heavy black robe, he is as handsome as a demon, but has a tendency to be crazy and surly. He strangled her throat late at night, and smiled like a lover whispering: "My beloved, guess, who have I been waiting for after pretending to be paralyzed all these years?" He taught her tactics, gave her a poison-quenching dagger, and even smiled and allowed her to... Poison his soup. She thought she was the chess player, the emperor's knife that stabbed the deposed king, and the family's bridge to cling to the powerful. However, in the startling temptation step by step, the bloody moonlight shines through the dry well in the deep palace, and glimpses of the silent glint of swords between the embroidered doors of the wealthy families (Xu family in Yingchuan, Zheng family in Xingyang, Feng family in Taiyuan...). The powerful families in the former court are strife, and the spring banquet in the harem's Yutang hides murderous intent. Using her ambition as a blade, she struggled to survive in the whirlpool of power and desire, dealing with a crazy husband, a noble daughter of an aristocratic family, and a powerful figure in the court. Love grows wildly in conspiracy and temptation, like poppies blooming in the dark night, sweet and deadly. Until that night. She thrust the sword into his chest with her own hands. His blood-stained fingers brushed the end of her eyes, leaving behind the last tenderness and curse: "Chuchu, this dragon chair... I took it for you." Outside the palace, the new emperor's shouts of killing shook the night. Only then did she realize that the cup of heart-breaking poisonous wine was the Hexin wine he had mixed himself. And the tiger talisman military power sleeping under her pillow was actually the bloody dowry he prepared for her ten years ago. ? Mad King ? Core highlights:? ? Top pull:? The sinister and crazy prince pretending to be paralyzed x the scheming and ambitious concubines, falling in love and killing each other, preying on each other. ? The Shura Field of Machiavellianism:? The puzzle of pretending to be paralyzed, the secrets of the royal palace, the game between aristocratic families, and the strife between the former and the harem are all interlocking and shocking at every step. ? Extreme BE aesthetics:? Deep love will not last long, and wisdom will be damaged. Love is tempered in the whirlpool of power into the sharpest blade, which will eventually pierce each other's hearts. ? Audio-visual feast:? The moonlight in the dry well, the bloody marriage of the Phoenix, the spring banquet in the Yutang, the undercurrent of the Phoenix Palace... Every frame is soaked in ancient charm and murderous intent. ? Group portraits of characters:? The unfathomable princess of the Xu family in Yingchuan, the smiling noble daughter of the Zheng family in Xingyang, the arrogant and flamboyant concubine of the Feng family in Taiyuan... In the embroidered door of the Zhumen, there are all chess players and chess pieces. ?"Don't Yin at Night" - a bloody tragedy sung at the top of power, asking about love or conspiracy, which one is more important? Which is more important? ? Intention: The mad king's smile hides his edge, while the concubine's ambition is weaving. Ye Yin and his wife are plotting against each other, tearing apart the mask to see the true heart, and finally fall into the abyss of power.