Bone-Crushing

On the day the new emperor ascended the throne, the regent Xie Wei personally fed him poisoned wine. "A puppet should have the consciousness of a puppet." Xie Wei's fingertips were cold, and his voice was filled with hatred, "Your life is mine." Everyone in the court knew that Xie Wei hated Xiao Che—Xiao Che's biological mother's family once slaughtered the entire Xie family. Xiao Che lurked patiently, sharpening the sharp blade of revenge under his dragon robe, vowing to cut the man who controlled his life and death into pieces. Until an assassination, blood splattered, Xiao Che watched with his own eyes Xie Wei blocked the fatal knife for him. The man's blood-stained hand wiped his cheek, his eyes as sinister as before: "Don't be so sentimental. Your life... Can only be taken by my own hands." Hate mixed with confusion. Xiao Che finally took the risk and was "buried" in the palace in a huge fire. When he was hiding in the dark, he heard the man who hated him to the core, hugging his charred "corpse" and letting out a heart-rending scream of despair: "Xiao Che! I have protected you for fifteen years... How dare you die in front of me!" That blood-sobbing roar shattered all of Xiao Che's cognition. He suddenly remembered the painting in Xie Wei's study that was never shown to anyone - The young man with a bright smile in the painting is clearly the little beggar who was about to freeze stiff when he was twelve years old and rescued from a ruined temple on a snowy night. It turns out that the glass of poisonous wine is a chain, and the blade that blocks the knife is a shield. Underneath the bone-eroding hatred, hidden is the bone-eroding affection that comes out of the abyss and smells of blood and ashes...