Blood Blade Prisoner of the Phoenix

On the day the Chu Kingdom fell, blood dyed the palace walls red. He ascended the throne on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, but he only imprisoned the eldest princess who had wantonly humiliated him by his side. The red-robed emperor was sitting on the dragon chair, the daggers on his fingertips glowed with cold light, and his eyes were full of venom-quenched hatred. She was a prisoner, but she wanted to dance on the tip of a knife, slap him in the face, and use itching powder to disrupt his imperial dignity. He hated her to the core, but he spared her life every time he lost control; she feared him like a tiger, but she always challenged his bottom line in desperate situations. Is entanglement the chain of revenge or the beginning of sinking? When hatred and desire intertwine, who becomes whose prisoner?