"Phoenix Roosting in the Palace" - The Consort Princess Who Brought Disaster to Her King and Nation

She was the princess of an alliance with a vassal state, and he was the emperor who dominated one side. Entering his harem, she walked on thin ice, every step filled with trepidation. On their wedding night, he appeared elegant and handsome, with a gentle smile, akin to a refined and detached gentleman. But when he held her in his arms, she felt no warmth at all. As expected, he did not take her. In front of her, he cut his own fingertip, staining the white satin bedspread with blood. The crimson symbolizing her chastity was his blood, not hers. This man was accustomed to controlling everything, wise and profound, allowing no one to challenge his authority. To play tricks under such a man's nose would certainly be courting death.

But she had no way out. He said, "The Empress's heart, where has it gone?" It was said so nonchalantly, yet deeply meaningful, concealing sharpness. She replied, "Your Majesty has never liked Yingxi. If that's the case, why should you care?" Her faint smile hid a keen edge as she fearlessly retaliated.

In the tumultuous times, with border fires breaking out and the imperial city stormy with intrigue, both she and he became thorns in each other's flesh, impossible to ignore. How could he willingly give up his kingdom just for her smile? And how could she discard her responsibilities for a fleeting moment of love? Between her and him, was it fated from the beginning? In this battle of wits between the Emperor and the Empress, who would fall in love first, and who would lose their heart first?