Jade Inkstone

Blood stained the vermilion walls, and a cold blade silenced the throat. Xie Yanqiu, the young marquis whose family had been destroyed, returned from hiding, vowing to cut out his enemies' hearts with his own hands. But the Crown Prince Xiao Jingyan, rumored to be gravely ill, was curled up on his couch, coughing blood, with the same lonely desolation in his eyes.

“Finally decided to come back?” Xiao Jingyan caught the hand gripping the knife, his fingertip tracing Xie Yanqiu's wrist.

“???” What was going on?

“Fine. Since you're back, let's fulfill our betrothal.”

“???!!!” Shameless!

Only later did he learn that it was an instinct that could not be erased, even after three lifetimes of earthly suffering.

It was as if an old friend had returned beneath the moon, and the wind brushing past his sleeve had awakened half of a slumbering past life.