Fiery sky.

The heart-wrenching screams echoed in my ears. Bodies lay scattered across the ground, amidst the rubble and broken walls. Mountains crumbled, rivers ran dry.

The air was thick with a pungent, nauseating stench.

"Xi Xi, Xi Xi, Xi Xi…"

Who is it, whispering your name so intimately in your ear?

Internal organ dull pain, meridians broken at the inch point, like being slowly tortured, a bit of it was relieved in this warm voice.

"Xi Xi, Xi Xi, Xi Xi…"

The voice grew fainter and farther away until it disappeared. “Rongyu!”

Nang Xi suddenly sat up, her forehead covered in cold sweat, her eyes filled with fear.

Usually calm and collected to the point of indifference, this person now even breathed with an unbridled, rapid urgency.

"Having a nightmare?" A noble and cold voice rose, carrying a hint of unworldly air, like a refreshing breeze on a sweltering summer day, it unexpectedly brushed past Nan Xi's ear.

Nang Xi was stunned, turning her head. She met a pair of eyes that held a certain kind of aloofness. Her thoughts were still muddled, unable to distinguish between reality and dream.

Her icy eyes locked onto the handsome man before her, and Nan Xi's mind went blank. All that remained was the faint scent of sandalwood swirling in her nose, a wisp of fragrance that seemed to etch itself into her very bones, clinging to her relentlessly.

Nang Xi closed her eyes gently, greedily inhaling the scent that had made her want to escape countless times.

Then slowly, he opened his eyes again. His pupils gradually returned to clarity, and he could see the man's features more clearly.

This is a face as breathtaking as the first bloom of spring, stunning to behold.

Like a snow lotus, pure and cold; like a cloud crane, noble and elegant; like a Azure Dragon, lofty and unattainable; like... a Rakshasa, fierce and merciless.

Many laudatory terms were used to describe him, all pertaining to his appearance.

Many descriptions of him are filled with awe, which stem entirely from his achievements and power.

His courtesy name was so revered that no one in all of the Zhou Dynasty dared to utter it.

Enjoy the peace and quiet.

The surname Rong belongs to the imperial family. Rong Yu is the youngest uncle of the current emperor. Zhou, the powerful regent and generalissimo who controls both military and political power in the court.

The two characters "Róng Yù" represent a thousand pounds of weight, representing the ultimate elegance, nobility, and strength.

He was just such a person, just such a person, but in the end...he died so tragically.

Nang Xi's lip twitched white, and another dull pain struck her heart.

It's all because.

"My existence, does it truly make you so unbearable?" Rong Yu looked at the pale face, his eyes seemingly holding a storm, but his voice was calm to the point of indifference.

Nan Xi was startled again and instinctively raised her eyes to look at him.

The lingering panic in his clear eyes fell right into Rong Yu's gaze. The man’s thin lips twitched, a hint of bitterness appearing on his handsome and noble face. He closed his eyes, then resolutely turned away.

"Rong Yu," Nan Xi spoke, her voice slightly hoarse but without any ripples. "I have something to tell you."

Perhaps even he wouldn't believe it, that he could calm down so quickly in such a short time.

Have something to say?

What are you saying?

She said she could never like him, and that as long as she had breath left in her body, she would definitely find a way to leave here.

Or would you rather die than see his repulsive face?

Rong Yu clenched his hand, his voice strained: "This king doesn't want to hear it."

"You must listen." Náng Xī's voice was calm and flat, yet with a hint of force. "If you don't listen, I will write you a divorce letter."