Smut · Ongoing
The Ninth Prince, Qi Changyi, inherited his mother's soul-stirring, city-toppling beauty, yet possessed a naive and somewhat foolish nature. Living in constant fear within the palace, he was also used and tormented by the man he loved, treated as a mere substitute until his once vibrant heart turned to ashes. Pei Zheng, the ruthless Prime Minister, wielded immense power and was known for his sharp tactics and cruel policies. Despite his reputation, he gradually grew closer to the unloved Ninth Prince. "Your Highness, who were you looking at in court just now, hmm?" Pei Zheng questioned, gripping Qi Changyi's delicate chin. Tears welled in the prince's eyes from the pain. "No, no one." "Stop giving that flirtatious look to that deputy general," Pei Zheng warned coldly. "Otherwise, I'll ensure that General Zhao you constantly think about dies on the battlefield!" Pei Zheng believed the naive prince would forever remain under his control, never imagining that one day, heartbroken, the prince would leave him. "Brother Pei, I must go. You should be happy now." With bloodshot eyes, Pei Zheng frantically searched everywhere, but found nothing. "I won't. Without you, I will never be happy in this life, Your Highness. Where can I find you?"
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