The Prime Minister's Moon in His Palm

When he marched on the city, she cursed him in a gentle voice, her words stained with bright red blood. “If you so much as lay a finger on my family, you’ll join me in the Eighteen Levels of Hell...” After she died, the peach blossoms bloomed again. He plucked a flower at the height of its beauty and gave a tender smile. “A Luan, I’ve come to join you in the Eighteen Levels of Hell...” When she opened her eyes again, the young hostage sent by a neighboring kingdom had become the most powerful chancellor in the land, secretly protecting her at every turn. Drunk at a family banquet, she couldn’t help asking, “Why didn’t you go back to your country?” He smiled. “Because the person I long for is here.” He had gone to such lengths to get to her side. How could he possibly go back?