The entire Tang household was slaughtered overnight. Tang Ran was the only survivor.
He hid in a wedding procession, disguised as a maid, hoping only to stay alive and avenge his family. But the rakish young lord Jiang You set his sights on him, sending him hairpins and cornering him. Even when Tang Ran beat him black and blue, he shamelessly kept calling him “beauty.”
Tang Ran was so fed up he wanted to drop his secret identity. “I’m a man!”
Jiang You grabbed his wrist and pinned him against a tree, his breath scorching. “Doesn’t it hurt to stuff your chest like that?”
Tang Ran’s pupils shrank. He was about to draw his blade when Jiang You kissed him. “So what if you’re a man?” He licked the corner of Tang Ran’s lips. “I knew all along, but I still want to love you.”
After repeated appearances by the assassins and the gradual exposure of a conspiracy at court, Tang Ran realized that the seemingly rakish young lord Jiang was hiding secrets of his own.
“Ran,” Jiang You panted softly in his ear. “I’ll help you get revenge. I’d even give you my life. Just don’t leave me.”
Looking at the redness around Jiang You’s eyes, Tang Ran suddenly panicked. They were only supposed to be getting revenge. How had he ended up giving away his heart too?
When his secret identity was exposed and the true culprit behind the massacre emerged, the two found themselves at the heart of the storm between the imperial court and the martial world. Jiang You shielded him with his own body. “Anyone who wants to hurt my man will have to step over my corpse first.”
It turned out he had never been acting on a whim. He was ready to face life and death with Tang Ran, their paths leading to the same end.
