The Prime Minister sent me to monitor the seventh prince who was pretending to be crazy.
"A lunatic, just smashing the harp every day to vent his anger." Xiangguo said lightly.
I endured him smashing the famous harp every day, smashing the end of it, until late at night I heard him playing "Feng Qiu Huang" alone.
When an assassin attacked that night, I could have jumped in front of him.
When the sharp blade pierced his back, I heard his no longer crazy voice: "Why?"
Wake up and look into his clear and sharp eyes.
His fingertips were wrapped around my blood-stained fringe: "The drama of pretending to be crazy is over."
"It's time to get to know each other again, my savior."
