A palace coup took away more than everything Yuan Zhi had. Even his loving father, the emperor, died in the chaos of war.
When a bloodstained blade was poised above his head, someone suddenly stepped forward to stop it.
“Adoptive Father, please spare him.”
Who was it? Friend or foe?
Yuan Zhi had no idea. Through the haze, all he heard was a cool, distant voice.
After Shen Qingchen saw the palace drenched in blood, he took pity on Yuan Zhi and, for reasons of his own that he could not speak of, persuaded Yuan Yue to spare him.
From then on, there was no more Crown Prince Yuan Zhi. He was merely Shen Qingchen’s personal bodyguard.
