Your Highness, Be Careful! Act Too Arrogant and You'll Make Me Cry

A vicious, arrogant, tsundere prince on the receiving end × a cool, obsessive, seemingly innocent but secretly dark, seductive top scholar [Two male leads + mutually devoted + flirtatious tension early on, plot-driven later + essentially a slightly bittersweet sweet romance.] At the flower-pin banquet. The notorious Prince Xuan takes a fancy to the new top scholar and forcefully makes him drink in front of everyone. The young man smiles wickedly and brazenly. “Wei Ruzhuo, pay some attention to me.” Yin Yu turns and leaves in a daze, already thinking about putting jade shackles on the top scholar. In the end, he gets his wish, relying on his royal birth and his indiscriminate appetite. In the eyes of others, the two are bitter enemies. No one knows that his sharp, cruel tongue in public turns into tender passion behind closed doors. Later, Yin Yu discovers an old bite mark on the man’s chest and, his face cold, kicks him away. A conspiracy from their past lives turns the real prince into a counterfeit. Everything Yin Yu once relied on vanishes into thin air. The top scholar he kicked away becomes a powerful minister who can turn the tides. Assassins strike one after another amid flashes of steel, and Wei Ruzhuo is his only protection. Officials across the Great Yin dynasty whisper that the wicked Prince Xuan has been imprisoned in the chief minister’s residence to be taught a lesson. Yin Yu: You always have to pay for the things you do. - Wei Ruzhuo has led an upright life, and everyone sees him as a rising star in the world of officialdom. Then a certain wastrel turns his smooth path into a quagmire. Everyone advises him: “His Highness Prince Xuan is wicked to the core. Don’t let him drag you into trouble.” At first, he replies, “I’ll heed your advice.” Later, he thinks: “I, Wei, like fish and enjoy the smell of blood. I am willing to become a treacherous minister for His Highness.” Wei Ruzhuo: Rather than admire the fish from the edge of the water, it’s better to go home and weave a net.