[Ancient Dan + Machiavellianism + Third Person + White and Black]
Gu is the emperor, and he is also the "faint king" carefully trained in the palm of Shen Yi.
During the enthronement ceremony, he tore up the congratulatory forms of the ministers in public, pinched Gu's chin and sneered: "Your Majesty, are you worthy of sitting in this country?"
Gu lowered his eyes and smiled flatteringly and cowardly: "Uncle Huang said so."
As a result, Gu's "faintness" became known to everyone——
Drunk and lying in the koi pond, playing memorials with ink pen, sleeping on the dragon couch becomes a hotbed of absurdity. Everyone said that the little emperor Jamel Xiao was the most beautiful canary at Shen Yi's feet.
But they don't know.
Every late-night secret report and every murder with a borrowed knife were all quietly committed under Gu's "darkness". Gu watched him crush Gu's enemies, as if admiring a sharp blade that opened the way for Gu.
Until that night, he pinched Gu's neck and breathed hot:
"Little thing, have you pretended enough?"
The cowardice in Gu's eyes faded away, the cold dagger pressed against his heart, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Uncle, have you had enough fun? It's time to be alone."
The court collapsed and the border was on fire.
When a real sharp arrow shot through the sky, the man who held all the power in the world used his body as a shield to protect Lonely Death in his arms. The blood stained the mysterious robe, and he rubbed his face with his hands, smiling like crazy: "Your Majesty, this life belongs to you... The price is that you will never fly out of my hands in this life."
——This dragon chair is Gu's prison and also Gu's hunting ground.
