The Evil Lord’s Bewitching Princess

Flowers fade easily, and water leaves no trace; sorrow wells up in the heart again and again.

Candlelight sways, the moon is a crescent; countless tender feelings are known only to the soul.

When she opened her bright eyes once more, a storm of bloodshed was already destined to rise.

She holds military power in her left hand and handsome men in her right, yet she cannot have it all. Beneath her noble, intelligent appearance, she is still a fragile woman who needs nothing more than a safe home.

He is bloodthirsty, feared by all. Years of festering hatred have driven him to madness. After meeting her, the icy face that once captivated all became tender for her alone.

Scene One: By a stroke of fate, he rescues her time and again. He says, “I saved your life by chance, so you should feel honored. From now on, you will obey me.”

She scoffs, “Who asked you to save me? What a busybody. If it was an accident, what gives you the nerve to demand my obedience?”

His face turns icy. “You... have quite a sharp tongue!”

She furrows her brow and retorts, “You’re the one who can’t think of a good comeback.”

Scene Two: Their paths cross again and again, and each time she ruins his plans. He says, “You keep ruining my plans. Are you deliberately working against me?”

She shrugs. “I didn’t mean to. You can only blame yourself for making such flimsy plans!” After meeting several times, she finds herself dreaming of him at midnight.

When the splendor fades, he will take her to watch the sunset forever!