小说内容

雪 meaningful snow fell outside the window, making the palace halls covered in a layer of white. Inside, the warm lamplight flickered, casting long shadows on the floor. In the center of the room sat a young woman, her face as pale as the snow outside. She was dressed in luxurious silk, but her eyes held a hint of weariness. Her name was Liang Youwei, and she had been Empress for less than a year. Unlike other empresses who had to rely on their wits and charm to survive in the palace, Liang Youwei had a different advantage – she was adored by the Emperor, a love that bordered on obsession. The Emperor, Zhao Feng, had always been known for his strict and cold demeanor. But ever since he had first laid eyes on Liang Youwei, he had become a different person. He would visit her chambers every evening, bringing with him the finest delicacies and treasures. He would spend hours talking to her, his usually stern face softened into a rare smile. "You're cold," Zhao Feng said, his voice gentle as he helped her adjust the covers.