After Sharing Dreams with a Mad Tyrant, He Begged for My Mercy with Red Eyes

Cui Zhewu transmigrated into the role of the mad tyrant’s beloved woman. The bad news: The original woman had betrayed the tyrant. Cui Zhewu wasn’t the heroine, and both the fated heroine, who had a palace-intrigue System, and the ill-tempered tyrant who hated him to the bone wanted her dead. The good news: She had a golden finger that let her share dreams with the tyrant! Cui Zhewu rubbed her hands together and entered his dreams to save him from his miserable past. At first the tyrant was neurotic and suspicious, but gradually he became captivated, savoring the memories all day long. Then, during an assassination attempt, Cui Zhewu happened to pass by and instinctively threw herself in front of him to take the blade. The tyrant looked at the familiar figure, her tragic pose, and the heart-wrenching words. His eyes reddened, and he trembled as he lifted Cui Zhewu into his arms. “Whatever happened in the past… she must have had her reasons.” Cui Zhewu secretly smiled. When she woke from her faint, the tyrant treated her with utmost caution. He had finally backed down. On one side was the ambitious, fated heroine of palace intrigue. On the other was the mad tyrant, completely wrapped around Cui Zhewu’s finger. Cui Zhewu’s eyes were clear and pure, yet beneath them lay an indescribable pain and sorrow. “My lord, your name…” As if struck by lightning, the tyrant smiled with red-rimmed eyes and answered with practiced ease, “Empress, I am your husband.”