After His Death, the Emperor Fell for His Little Shadow Guard

Cold, ruthless emperor gong × loyal shadow guard shou "On the Night of the Seventh Day After My Death, My Shadow Guard Took Off His Clothes Before My Coffin" Ling Cheng was dead. In life, he had been the emperor, supreme ruler of all, yet utterly alone, without even someone to warm his bed. After death, he discovered that the civil and military officials had scattered faster than dogs. The imperial mausoleum was cold enough to freeze a ghost. Only Xuan Shiqi, the young shadow guard who had once refused to warm his bed, kept vigil for him. “Your Majesty… may I enter your dream tonight?” Only then did Ling Cheng remember that on the night he got drunk, he had made a move on this silent shadow. And now this fool wanted to die for him!! [A candle to enter a dream + mutual devotion] When Xuan Shiqi lights a candle, Ling Cheng’s lonely spirit enters his dream, and the two go on dates. [Everyone fears me because I’m a ghost. Only Xuan Shiqi isn’t afraid. He just wags his tail happily and begs me to come back.] [I touch him, comfort him, kiss him, and Xuan Shiqi doesn’t resist anymore. He looks at me with nothing but affection in his eyes.] The cold-hearted emperor returns from the dead. His first order of business: purge the treacherous ministers and soothe Shiqi.