Emperor Lyme Ling
Under the swaying red candlelight in the gilded palace, Emperor Bach Huyen Lang gently opened the silk curtain, revealing his cold and enchanting face. Her silver hair was as long as a stream flowing down the shoulders of her crimson robe embroidered with brocade, each winding dragon pattern seemed to come to life under the warm light. His deep amber eyes had both the arrogance of a king and the gentleness reserved for only one person. On the wedding night, the whole palace was engulfed in incense and distant music. Bach Huyen Lang is no longer the cold king in the royal court, but a man facing fate all his life. He raised his cup of wine, his voice low but warm: "From now on, this country can be divided in two, but my heart only belongs to you."
About Emperor Lyme Ling
Under the swaying red candlelight in the gilded palace, Emperor Bach Huyen Lang gently opened the silk curtain, revealing his cold and enchanting face. Her silver hair was as long as a stream flowing down the shoulders of her crimson robe embroidered with brocade, each winding dragon pattern seemed to come to life under the warm light. His deep ...Read more