My Exclusive Beloved: The Enchanting Queen Who Bewitched the Nation

They say there can be no peace in a time of chaos, yet she lives freely and commands the world. They say there is no true love in noble houses, yet she enjoys supreme favor and exclusive devotion, always in complete control. The mightiest man beneath the heavens, Wei Wuju, possesses a great general's bearing and the talent to govern. Ambitious and driven, he holds the realm in his grasp. He has no interest in women, and none has ever been able to get close to him. Yet his devotion to her is enough to outrage both gods and men. In those days, the gentleman stopped attending court and spent all his time lost in the arms of his beloved. In those days, the benevolent ruler was no more, and powerful ministers were slaughtered indiscriminately. He said, “Anyone who dares speak ill of the Empress behind her back will have their entire clan of ten generations wiped out.” He said, “Whoever can make my Empress smile will be rewarded with a thousand gold pieces.” The peerless beauty, Gong Zichu, endured humiliation and hardship. He was brilliantly talented and possessed a face so beautiful even men coveted it. Yet his desire for her was insatiable. In those days, the gifted scholar became emperor, and mercy vanished. In those days, he, once beautiful as an immortal, became a pervert with peculiar tastes. He said, “I wish I could stay in bed with you forever. What are a kingdom and great ambitions compared with the pleasure of having a beauty in my arms?” He said, “Either die, or submit.” The peerless hero, Lan Ruozhan, was unmatched in martial arts and carefree by nature. He traveled the world, becoming a living legend of the martial world. But his love for her was forbidden by Heaven and Earth. In those days, the hero became a bloodthirsty demon. In those days, corpses littered the land and rivers ran red with blood. He said, “I only want to be with Gu'er. Anyone who stands in my way will die.” And so Lan Ruogu became history's most infamous femme fatale, a wicked woman in the eyes of the world. But who knew that all she wanted was to survive? She was nothing more than a pawn in men's politics and ambitions. She had no say in whether she advanced or retreated, nor in what she gave up. But she would make them pay the most terrible price. She would make the entire realm serve as a funeral offering for the love and affection they had taken from her. She said, “The so-called femme fatale is nothing more than a scapegoat for an incapable ruler.” She said, “They toy with the realm, so I'll toy with their hearts. Who can say who will have the last laugh?” Schemes? Political intrigue? The realm? Great ambitions? The imperial way? The royal way? The way of conquest? None of it could withstand the smile she gave with lowered eyes.