CompletedShen Fangru was the sole daughter of the Guanglu Temple's Shaoqing, her elegant dance earning her renown throughout the capital, and her engagement to Gu Zhou, the young master of the Gu family, was a widely envied fairy tale.
However, all of this was utterly shattered on the day Gu Zhou was falsely accused of treason and sentenced to beheading.
To save her beloved, she risked everything at the Xuanji Banquet, intercepting the young emperor Zhou Ling, who was out in disguise.
The man's cold fingertips cupped her chin, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Save him? I can do that."
"But I want you, to enter the palace tonight."
She endured the humiliation, only to receive not her lover's survival, but his death notice.
Swallowing Buddhist beads, she opened her eyes again, only to find herself back at the beginning of the Xuanji Banquet!
The gears of fate began to turn for the second time.
In the second life, armed with the foresight of rebirth, she negotiated with him.
Yet, she was forcefully pinned down on the imperial desk.
Beneath the dragon robe, his scorching hand gripped the back of her neck, his voice deep and seductive: "Since my dear minister is so skilled in heavenly secrets, why don't you calculate, in what posture I want you right now?"
The fifth life, the sixth life... she escaped, fought, and even tried to kill him.
In the seventh life, she avoided him like a plague, but he pressed closer step by step, finally imprisoning her in the deep palace with an imperial decree, demanding her pleasure day and night within a gilded cage.
Until the ninth life.
Shen Fangru finally understood that since she couldn't escape this madman's obsessive entanglement, she would stop running.
She wanted to make him taste, the feeling of losing everything and suffering to the bone.
Many years later, history books would record: on the day Empress Shen Fangru ascended the throne, the former tyrannical ruler Zhou Ling, in a fit of madness, dug open the imperial mausoleum with his bare hands, holding the icy coffin, tears of blood intermingling with his words: "After all these years... you should forgive me, shouldn't you?"
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Synopsis:
Helian Yao often felt that this world was truly absurd.
As a shadow guard ordered to escort the Third Prince to the capital for a political marriage, he was captured by Shen Yuan, the regent who held immense power, and imprisoned in a separate villa because of his face.
Facing the sinister regent, he desperately clutched his disguise: "Please let me go, I'm just a shadow guard!"
After successfully escaping, he hired escorts to take him home. Unexpectedly, the escort leader, Ah Zhan, turned around and eliminated all his teammates, intending to sell him for money.
Ah Zhan: "Sorry, they were too noisy. The money is mine, and you, are also mine."
Helian Yao: "... Big brother, earning money is important, but there's no need to be so intense, right?"
Sold into the Grand Commandant's mansion, the old man died on the spot. He instantly became Xia Kingdom's most wanted fugitive.
Helian Yao looked at the wanted posters: "... Is this Xia Kingdom's new way of hosting guests?"
Every time he fell into trouble, Ah Zhan would bring him back to his side.
The man circled him in his arms, his voice dangerous: "Accept your fate. Besides me, no one dares to harbor a Northern Di spy who murdered the Grand Commandant."
Until the gentle and refined Shaoqing of the Court of State Reception appeared, offering marriage and proposing protection with the position of principal wife.
Helian Yao painfully refused and packed his bags overnight to flee.
It couldn't be helped, he had to reveal his identity. He was the real Third Prince of Northern Di, a professional troublemaker, and a part-time shadow guard.
He thought his extreme tug-of-war with Ah Zhan would be the end.
Until he accidentally discovered that the man who had forcibly taken him was none other than the regent himself who had initially locked him in the villa!
Finally, Helian Yao was pinned against the desk, his Northern Di attire half-undone, the corners of his eyes flushed red: "Your Highness, please see clearly, your subordinate is truly just an ordinary shadow guard."
Shen Yuan sneered: "An ordinary shadow guard? Then why are you trembling?"
Helian Yao: "... I'm cold."