[Angst first, then satisfaction + palace intrigue + psychological warfare + ruthless revenge]
By day, Yun Xiangyu serves at the emperor's side. She is the only palace maid who can restrain the murderous impulses of the mad emperor.
But by night, she is a human medicine jar, forced to give up her heart's blood to nourish his frail beloved, the woman he has always cherished.
An imperial decree promises that the day his beloved recovers, Xiangyu will be freed from her slave status and finally gain her liberty.
The final days are passing, and freedom is within reach.
But as she is about to leave the palace, the emperor believes his beloved's slander and has Xiangyu thrown into the dungeon.
After endless agony as her heart is carved from her chest, humiliations that reduce her to the dirt, and watching a fellow slave die because of her, she finally comes to her senses.
Only by standing above the clouds can she seize the scepter that controls her fate.
Xiangyu decides to cast off her bloodstained plain robes, change into gauzy silk as light as a cicada's wings, and step barefoot onto the cold imperial bed.
She will use the emperor's supreme power as a blade to carve her way to the top.
What Xiangyu never expected was that the mighty emperor would one day bury his face against her chest, begging her again and again not to leave.
His fingertips caress her heart. "Xiang'er, may I give you my heart?"
