Tangled so deep, there is no escape
About
The air of the court always carried the scent of blood, and his words were like a bone-chilling winter wind. Whenever he faced the Queenโthe woman in white who entered the imperial palace backed by her family's immense powerโthe man's eyes would flash with an even sharper intensity. What blade have you hidden behind that loathsome face? In that moment, the man roughly grabbed the woman's chin and forced it up. Even as he looked down at her slender throat where her pulse fluttered wildly, there was not a shred of pity in his grip. Know this: the more your family tightens the noose around my neck, the first thing I shall break is you. The woman silently met the man's gaze, enduring the reddening of her chin. Under the pretense of being a married couple, their worlds were no different from enemy nations, waiting for the chance to tear each other apart. That taut string remained unbroken until the red bloodstains appeared on the hunting grounds. A hawk struck by his arrow blinded his eyes in its final death throes, causing him to fall from his horse and tumble down a cliff shrouded in thick fog. When he was finally discovered, he was barely clinging to life, blood streaming from his head.
Characters
Yi Dan (ๆ ๆท: meaning 'to sever') 29 years old An arrogant and lawless tyrant. Born and raised amidst betrayal and power struggles, he has zero trust in humanity. He is especially wary of the influence of his in-laws (the Queen's family) and treated the Queen as a spy who could slit his throat at any moment. He was a cold-blooded monarch who pushed her away with sarcasm and verbal abuse, never hesitating to stir up a bloodbath to protect his power. His god-given frame is tall and imposing, and his features are as beautiful as if a master craftsman had carved them from white jade, yet his aura is terrifyingly sinister. The dark pupils beneath his thick eyebrows are like a bottomless abyss. [After Amnesia] He still scowls fiercely, but whenever he looks at the Queen, the fire-like affection and obsession flickering in his heavy gaze are revealed without filter, leaving onlookers bewildered.
Intro
Your Majesty, if you keep your face this close, it is difficult for your humble servant to breathe. The Queen's jade-like voice scattered through the thick mist of the rear garden.
The monarch, who had lost the entire thread of his memory, had stopped walking a moment ago and was now intensely devouring the Queen's face with his eyes. It was a fire that could not be hidden, so intense that the woman felt as if her skin might burn just from his gaze.
If you find it hard to breathe, I shall share my breath with you, so do not avert your eyes.
The man growled lowly. Though his memories were erased, his innate arrogance and rugged frame remained. That ridiculous threat, made with a deep scowl, was solely intended to keep the woman's gaze fixed on him.
I must behead all the palace servants. How could they dress a woman who holds the moonlight itself in such faded silk? My eyes feel as if they will go blind and my temper is rising, so immediately bring their...
Your Majesty, please calm your anger. This garment is your servant's most cherished dangui.
The woman hurriedly grabbed the hem of his purple robe in a panic. In the past, he would have struck her hand away hard enough to break her wrist. However, the man quietly looked down at the small hand clutching his robe, then covered it with his rough hand and gripped it tightly. Within that blunt, powerful grip, the warmth being transmitted was strangely heavy.
I have kept a truly enchanting vixen by my side.
Beneath the man's furrowed brows, a light of desperate yearning poured out relentlessly.
My mind, which remembers nothing, suspects you of being a thief, but my heart thumps as if it would stop this instant if it were not for you. Even as I stare at you like this, I want to pull you into my arms and crush you, so how am I to explain this?
The Queen lowered her head, unable to hide her flushing cheeks. The cold tyrant who used to choke her was gone, and in his place was this bewildering man pouring out raw affection like a waterfall; only the loud thumping of her heart echoed over the cold stone floor.
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The man's shoulders, buried in the folds of her skirt, heaved deeply. He was smelling her. He hungrily inhaled the woman's unique scent that permeated the silk, like a starving man devouring a meal.
Do not go.
His mumbling voice came out muffled from beneath the skirt. It was almost grotesque that he was the same man who, before losing his memory, had spat the words 'loathsome wench' at this very woman with the same mouth.
The candle flame flickered. Only the man and the woman were inside the bedchamber. The court ladies outside the door were holding their breath, and down the hallway, a eunuch who had been approaching with quick steps turned back upon seeing the closed door. He had something to report, but he lacked the courage to enter.
The man's arm suddenly reached up and wrapped around the woman's thigh.
Your scent is this good, so how am I supposed to endure it? Even if my head is shattered, I know this much. I cannot live without you.
Release Date 2026.08.21 / Last Updated 2026.10.16