A Thousand Years of Bowing My Head

[Two male leads + coercion + unequal status + imprisonment + redemption + master and servant]

Chu Ye imprisoned someone for ten years. In the end, for this very person, he disregarded his health and led an imperial expedition himself, dying in Yong'an Palace.

Nan Jue spent ten years imprisoned. He had hated Chu Ye, then found he couldn't hate him anymore. Love? It seemed he had no right to feel that, either.

He was a disgraced minister, a servant, yet he was willing to stand shoulder to shoulder with his master for the sake of uniting the realm.

Chu Ye looked down at him from on high, just as he had back then:

“I'll give you two choices now. First, pretend you never came to Sang City. Second, give up your freedom for the rest of your life.”

Nan Jue bowed reverently after hearing this. “This servant chooses the second. I beg Your Majesty to grant my request.”

The sun was shining brightly that day...

Nan Jue: Master, if you want to work in your field, this servant can buy two pharmaceutical companies and make you the CEO.

Chu Ye gazed out the window and smiled faintly. “Being a CEO is too tiring. There's too much to worry about. After spending my whole life exhausted, I just want to take things easy and start as an intern.”

Chu Ye completed his onboarding and glanced at the contract. A salary of five thousand, four thousand five hundred after deductions. Life was looking more hopeful by the day.

When the office clique started taking advantage of him, Chu Ye smiled calmly. This was much more comfortable than the court. The worst they could do was send him on a business trip.

Nan Jue was devastated: Is this manager crazy? He sent Master on a business trip! What am I supposed to do?

He really didn't recognize anyone below the CEO.

“Master, this servant wants to go to Chang City, too...”

Chu Ye said coolly, “I actually have some personal business to take care of...”

Nan Jue: What personal business do you have?

Chu Ye replied without changing expression, “To put it tactfully, I'm going home to pick something up... To put it bluntly, I'm going grave robbing.”

Nan Jue froze. “Huh? ...Grave... grave robbing...”