The Tyrant Always Suspects That I Am Playing Him

I, Lin Qiu, became famous in the East Palace for my "social death" after dressing up as the prince's secret guard. Ideal: A cold-faced master who hides his merits and fame. Reality: Being frightened by a toad and making emoticons, flattering people and making epic rollovers. After being stabbed to save the prince, he woke up and checked into the VIP suite of the East Palace directly. The way Prince Xiao Chen looked at me was getting weirder every day, and everyone in the Eastern Palace called me a scheming male favorite. I died unjustly: "Your Highness! I am afraid of death, how could it be that Bai Yueguang Su Qingci?!" Xiao Chen blocked me in the corner, his eyes as dark as night: "Then why did you shout a name that only he knew when you were unconscious?" "Lin Qiu," his voice was hoarse, "your habits can't lie, and neither can my intuition." "You are him - even you yourself have forgotten it."