Ink Fragrant with Blood

That year, he appeared before her dressed in black. Though still a child, he saved her life. Ten years later, she took human form and went to repay him. After much searching, she learned that he had become emperor. He thought she was a disaster to the kingdom, a Daji reborn, and refused to give her his heart. He mocked her in every way, then banished her to the Cold Palace, never to summon her again. She didn’t care how he hurt her. She stayed by his side without hesitation, overcoming every obstacle for him. Once you enter the palace gates, the sea of troubles is endless, but she had no regrets. As the years passed, he began to recognize his own feelings, yet he still refused to admit them. After all, humans and demons belonged to different worlds. She understood the man she loved most and accepted his cruelty without complaint. She wanted nothing for herself, only for him to be well. Beneath the court’s surface, currents ran deep. The ministers all harbored their own schemes. Several times, he narrowly escaped death, and each time she risked her life to save him. Only when a sharp sword pierced her chest did he finally see his own heart clearly. Little did he know that their love would end in ashes, costing her a thousand years of cultivation in a single day. In the end, who betrayed whose heart? What could sustain a love that was destined to bear no fruit? He was the ruler of the Taiping Dynasty. And she was only a white fox. Who says foxes can’t love truly?