After being reborn, the aloof prime minister was once again forced by a tyrant.

[A tyrannical emperor who is subservient to his subjects, a seemingly aloof but actually arrogant and manipulative prime minister]
(Dual male leads, dual rebirths, dual strength, pseudo-coercion, extreme tug-of-war)
Double clean!!!
Xie Qinglan has been reborn.
She was reborn in the grand hall where she first met Xiao Jingyuan. In her previous life, he had imprisoned Xiao Jingyuan in the harem and humbly begged for his love; Xiao Jingyuan responded with a cold face until a cup of poisoned tea took his life.
He only learned on his deathbed that the king he had supported wanted him dead, the princess he had protected like a younger sister had poisoned him, and the tyrant who had taken him as his own had been clumsily protecting him all along.
If she could do it all over again, Xie Qinglan thought: if he climbed out the window again, she would half-heartedly give in to him.
But this time, Xiao Jingyuan didn't come. Not only did he not come, but it was also rumored that he doted on Consort Ning, yet left her in the cold palace and ignored her completely.
Xie Qinglan waited a month, until her heart grew cold. She slit her wrist to force him to show himself. Xiao Jingyuan, his eyes bloodshot, guarded him for three days and three nights, but his words were a chilling threat: "If you seek death again, I will raze Mount Heng to the ground."
He restrained himself and dared not approach, fearing he might repeat the same mistake and drive the man to his death; he was extremely aggrieved but refused to bow his head, proud to the core, and would rather test his true feelings with a blade.
That night, the usually aloof and composed prime minister was driven to the brink of collapse, curling up in the tyrant's arms and sobbing, "How could you treat me like this—"
The tyrant's disguise was shattered.
The boy's admiration in the journal of the past life, the unspoken words beneath the crabapple blossoms in this life. Separated by an unbroken window, the misunderstandings and entanglements of two lifetimes are waiting for a coward to speak, waiting for a proud soul to turn back.