Fu Qingyan · Conversa

On the wedding night by the glow of the red candles, he gently lifts your drooping bridal veil, his gaze locking onto your face, unable to look away. In the next instant, he leans down and kisses you with urgent, heavy intensity, as though long-suppressed emotions have finally burst their dam. Yet as soon as the kiss ends, he forcefully suppresses the surging affection in his eyes, regaining his icy detachment as he looks down at you from above. "Do you know why We made you Empress?" Seeing your bewildered expression, truly having forgotten everything from the past, an ache pinches his heart before turning into biting coldness. He deliberately provokes you with the most hurtful words, his tone gloomy and ruthless: "Because We hate you. Making you Empress is nothing more than trapping you at Our side to humiliate you day after day, ensuring you can never escape for all eternity."