Simar Jiao was very perceptive from a young age. When ordinary children had not yet developed an awareness of the world around them, he could already discern the information he wanted from the attitudes and words of those around him. At that time, he still lived with his mother, Ci Yun Gongzhu, in Shunhua Hall. The vast Shunhua Hall was cold and empty, all the attending palace maids were like shadows.

  Inside the palace, tall sorghum pillars rose high, the ground was covered with soft carpets, and floating curtains hung down. The incense burner burned a fragrance that made people drowsy all the time. This was a luxurious prison in the imperial palace, locking up a woman who had been driven mad, and Sima Jiao, an untimely product. People were deeply taboo about his identity, but Sima Jiao knew that his mother was that crazy woman, Princess Ciyi, and his father was the master of this palace, the Emperor himself. He also knew that these two people were siblings.

  He had encountered palace staff whispering behind his back, talking about how the Emperor and Princess were absurd and immoral, and that their illegitimate children would not have a good end. He felt angry, so he ordered people to bring those two palace staff who spoke, and personally used a lampstand cast in the shape of flowers and birds, inserting it into the eyes and mouths of the two, splashing blood all over his body and hands.

  He was still so young at that time, but his cruel and violent nature had already begun to show. After discovering that killing people relieved the headaches caused by anger, Sima Jiao fell in love with this feeling. Those who made him angry should die, anyway, it didnt matter if they died, new palace servants kept coming one after another.

  No one had ever told him right from wrong, or taught him morals. All he had seen since birth were cages and madmen. His mother, Princess Ci Yun, would not recognize him when she was crazy, ignoring him as if he didnt exist. Occasionally, when she was lucid, she would look at him with eyes full of disgust and fear, muttering: "No wonder youre his child, youre a madman too, little madman!"

  "After growing up, you will be a scourge, a scourge!" She said and went crazy again, trying to feed him poison to kill him, coming to his bedside in the middle of the night to try to suffocate him with a pillow. But he didnt die because he was clever and knew how to avoid this madwoman, and Gao Yun also discovered it afterwards and watched him all the time, preventing the womans actions."

  At that time, Gao Miao was not yet the High Guardian, he watched Crown Princess Ci Yun grow up and always tried to ease their mother-son relationship. In the entire Shunhua Hall, only Gao Miao would be good to him, but he would also hold him tightly and keep saying: "The princess used to be different, she was kind and gentle, she must have been very good to you, now she is like this just because she is ill, when she gets better she will love you dearly, you are her biological son, she must like you."

  Simar Jiao didnt believe this, he had his own eyes to see and brain to think. The woman who should be called mother was afraid that he would hate him again, not liking him at all because he looked more and more like his father.

  Everyone says he and Your Majesty are becoming more alike, but Sima Jiao didnt like hearing this. He was filled with disgust towards his biological father, and compared to a madman, hed rather call that person a beast.

  The beast would occasionally come to the Shunhua Temple, and then that madwoman would be dragged into the temple by him, making a low humming noise. Sima Jiao was only a few years old at that time, but he had already witnessed this many times with his own eyes. He sat at the door of the temple, watching as the man and woman tore at each other, laughing and crying out in anguish. What he saw before him made him feel inexplicably disgusted, and he thought of the two dogs he had seen running out of their kennels outside the Shunhua Temple - those beasts would also behave like this.

  Years later, whenever he recalled the image of those two people twisting their bodies, he would feel an irrepressible sense of nausea. When he grew up and became emperor, he also had countless beauties at his disposal, all with beautiful faces and figures, who would make enchanting soft sounds, but these only reminded him of the madwoman who died in the great fire, and he subconsciously felt a splitting headache.

  "Kill him, drag him away and kill him." When he came to his senses, he saw the attendants dragging the corpse out, leaving a long red trail on the ground.

  One beauty after another came before him, each face was exquisitely delicate, dazzling to the eye, but the things that flowed out of those eyes were all different. Some peoples eyes were ambitious, no matter how gentle or cold they pretended to be, their desire for power and prestige was so clear in their eyes. In their eyes, he seemed to have become a stepping stone, a stepping stone leading to the pinnacle of power.

  Some beauties eyes, however, held fear and cowardice. He could see the fear of death in their eyes. To these people, he was a murderous devil. There were many who saw him this way, and later on, he even got tired of killing them because it was too boring.

  There were also some beauties whose eyes carried more complex information, hatred or calculation, and flattery coexisted. Each one made him look unhappy.

  In this vast palace, everyones eyes were shrouded in a layer of gloom, like the dark clouds that lingered above the palace, making it hard to breathe and feeling irritable. ...Going down to the river was an unexpected surprise, seeing that famous beauty Liao Mei Ren was just a whim. But when he saw her for the first time, Sima Jiao saw a pair of different eyes. The sky in those eyes was clear and sunny - only no one knew how long it would last.

  She was a different kind of beauty, at least, Sima Jiao had never seen such a lazy woman.

  When he deliberately mentioned Sima Jiao with a hidden identity, Liao Tingyans eyes did not show fear. To be precise, the emotion should have been a bit of annoyance and a bit of curiosity. It was like a white cloud appearing in the clear sky, but as soon as she was given a bowl of ice, that cloud would immediately be blown away by the wind.

  Nor did he know if she would become as boring and annoying as those other beautiful women once she entered the palace.

  On the day she unexpectedly found out his true identity, Sima Jiao thought he would see fear and terror in her eyes. Instead, he discovered a hint of surprise, but apart from that, she was calm and could even space out in front of him.

  She is different from others, without the "ambition" of those beauties, and can be happy with whatever she gets. Apart from eating and sleeping, it seems that there are no other pursuits, and she can actually sleep well by his side.

  She often seems to be plotting against him in her mind, but as soon as shes slightly scared, shell shrink back and pretend to be gentle. However, her acting skills are not good, and the whole person has a kind of innocent foolishness. But if you say shes foolish, shes not really foolish - at least she thinks things through clearly and never gets bogged down.

  Simar Jiao had never met anyone who made him feel so comfortable. Lying beside her, watching her eat fruit and sleep soundly, inexplicably made him feel at peace.

  He likes this person, so he wants to give her more things, and let her stay by his side without changing. Sima Jiao has never carefully thought about what this feeling is, as long as she doesnt change, he will always like it this way.

  It wasnt until she was kidnapped and her life was in danger that Sima Jiao discovered he felt a thread of fear amidst his boundless anger. He had never been afraid of anyone or anything before, but at that moment, he feared that she might really be dead.

  Goodbye to her, she still hasnt changed. Theres no gloom in her eyes, even on rainy days, its sunny rain. Holding someone in his arms, Sima Jiao only felt the headache that had been faintly aching for some time slowly relax, and she relaxed faster than him, dozing off in the blink of an eye.

  Liao Tingyan lay on the bed, pulling her clothes and saying "come on", but Sima Jiao didnt react at all, after all, when she did this action, her eyes were full of "so annoying" and "so sleepy", not a seductive look at all. Sima Jiao had seen many charming and flirtatious eyes before, but this kind of gaze that didnt even have a hint of seduction, who knew what she meant?

  It wasnt until he lay down that Sima Jiao suddenly reacted, not looking into her eyes, her movements could be considered standard seduction. He immediately felt complicated emotions, pushed her awake to ask, and got a silent but affirmative answer.

  Sima Jiao: "......"

  Simar Jiao thought back to how he used to treat those palace beauties who wanted to climb into bed with him, intending to scare Liao Tingyan by telling her that many people had died in his bedroom. However, when he looked down, he found that Liao Tingyan, who hadnt waited for him to continue speaking, had fallen asleep again.

  Simar Fiao,"...not a small guts."

  Is he an emperor, who can sleep if she wants to and wont sleep if she doesnt want to?

  Liao Tingyan didnt hear it and only felt a bit of chest pain after getting up in the morning. Sima Jiao asked her, "Are you so tired that you didnt even wake up when I took off your clothes last night?"

  Liao Tingyan was puzzled and asked, "Your Majesty, why did you take off my clothes at night when I wasnt sleeping?"

  It wasnt until she finished asking that she realized something was off. She looked down at herself and said, "My clothes are still on me, arent they? They havent been taken off."

  Simajiao: "Who told you to keep shouting pain pain pain, who can take it off."

  Liao Tingyan: How come I dont remember anything? My arm hurts and taking off clothes is just inconvenient.

  The problem now is not that her arm is injured and its inconvenient to take off her clothes, but what does Sima Jiao want to do by taking off her clothes? She has made several attempts already, isnt he asexual or sexually dysfunctional? Why did he suddenly become lustful?

  Although Liao Tingyan wanted to figure it out, Jin Des returned message made her lose the thought of continuing to investigate.

  "Your Majesty, people from the Qin Nan Wang Fu nearby are searching for our tracks in a large area. Now that we havent left the Yao Zhou range yet, once our trail is discovered, it will be dangerous."

  Liao Tingyan saw Sima Jiaos expression suddenly turn gloomy, completely different from the harmless look he had when speaking to her with a hint of dissatisfaction earlier. He said, "The tail hasnt been swept clean."

  The attendants in grey immediately knelt down.

  Simar Jiao stood up, "The other party reacted quickly, go and prepare, abandon the horse carriage, ride a horse to walk the other route that was previously set."

  Everyone should be, and they all retreated. Sima Jiao turned his head to pull up Liao Tingyan, adjusted her collar for her, and said calmly, "Ill take you horseback riding, dont be afraid."

  A group of people rode horses, and indeed they sped up a lot. However, Chen Yun was the original male lead, not a simple character, and two days later, he still found their trail, sending out over a hundred men to surround Sima Jiao and dozens of guards, waiting for Sima Jiao to run out of the encirclement with only over twenty people left by his side.

  Chen Yun pursued him relentlessly, even personally leading a group of people to chase after him.

  As he watched the number of grey-clad guards beside him dwindle, Sima Jiao drew out his long sword from its scabbard on his horse, while Liao Tingyan could only sit in front of him, pursing her lips as she gazed at the scene before her where blood was splattering everywhere.

  Chen Yun raised his bow and arrow, intending to shoot, but considering the possibility of mistakenly killing the heroine, he had no choice but to throw down his bow and arrow, and similarly drew his sword to charge at Sima Jiao. In the blink of an eye, the two horses approached each other.

  Everything happened too quickly, Liao Tingyan didnt see anything clearly. On the bumpy horseback, she only felt that for a moment the sky was spinning and the ground was turning upside down. Then people around her were shouting "Your Majesty!" "Master!"

  Someone fell off the horse. Liao Tingyan didnt think much, subconsciously grabbed the clothes of the person behind her, and only then realized that the one who fell off the horse was not Sima Jiao, but Chen Yun.

  Chen Yuns face turned pale and he fell to the ground, avoiding the horses hooves. Blood oozed from his lips, and an arrow was deeply embedded in his chest. Unlike ordinary bows and arrows, this seemed to be a specially made small sleeve arrow. Liao Tingyan didnt react to how Chen Yun was shot, nor did she see who fired the small arrow. She immediately looked up at Sima Jiao, but felt liquid dripping onto her hand.

  Simar Jiaos chest was also soaked with blood. In the blink of an eye, Liao Tingyan suddenly remembered Simar Jiaos sudden movement of pushing her to one side earlier.

  Simar Jiaos face was expressionless, and he held her tighter, "Rush out."

  Only a few of the gray-clothed men were left alive, and most of them were injured. Upon hearing Sima Jiaos words, they took advantage of Chen Yuns fall from his horse and the crowds panic to fight their way out and clear a path for Sima Jiao with their lives.

  Simazhaos horse was a black horse, with jet-black fur as smooth as silk. It let out a loud whinny and shook off the pursuing soldiers who were caught off guard, quickly dashing into the forest.