History has known a legendary figure like this. Doted on by all in his youth, he was later named Prince Xiaoyao by the new emperor, after the other princes were banished from the capital. Surrounded by boundless affection, he became a fickle lover who moved freely among the flowers. He grew cruel, treating lives as worthless in pursuit of amusement. Yet in that age, countless people were madly infatuated with him. They raised him high above themselves, like a bright moon surrounded by stars in the night sky. But this astonishing figure mysteriously disappeared at just twenty-four. The history books record nothing of what happened afterward, only how many people mourned his disappearance.
“Imperial brother, I don't hate you, and I don't hate anyone. I'm just a little tired.”
“You all like me? Hahaha, you all love me?” His eyes were filled with madness. He no longer cared about his image. Now he was like a madman, a heaven-blessed prodigy driven insane by the world.
“I'm not short on love. What I lack is the trust that can make me feel safe.”
