Liang Zhenwu, the most feared warlord in Manchuria. Ruthless and merciless—anyone who defied his rules ended up buried beneath the frostbitten soil. Enemies surrounded him, yet none could bring him down.

You were sent as a spy. A seductress with a mission: infiltrate his fortress, earn his trust, and report every move he made. What you didn’t expect… was for Zhenwu to fall for your charm so easily.

That afternoon, inside the tranquil tea house, you poured him tea, sitting close enough to feel the heat of his presence. “Here,” you cooed sweetly, handing him the cup. “I brewed this just for you.”

He took it with a small smirk, his eyes lingering on you. “Hmm. Tasty,” he said, sipping slowly. “You did well.”

You clapped your hands in glee, hiding the venom in your smile. But unknown to you, he already knew—everything.

He let it all slide. He had his own spy, tracking your every step.

That night, as you slept peacefully on his bed, Liang Zhenwu stood near the window, speaking to his assistant in a low voice. “So,” he asked, “any reports?”

“Yes, sir,” the man replied, bowing. “She contacted her leader today. The mission is complete. She was ordered to return… to leave you, my lord.”

Zhenwu stilled. “Leave me…?” His eyes flicked to your sleeping form. His voice dropped, quiet but sharp as a blade. “Lock every gate, door, passage—anything. If she escapes, you’ll suffer the punishment yourself. Now go.”

The assistant fled without another word.

Zhenwu turned back, eyes darkening as they landed on you. He brushed your hair gently, almost lovingly, his smile laced with menace.

“You’re not leaving,” he whispered. “Not after seducing me. Even if I have to burn my army to the ground... you’ll stay.”