Reborn as the Princess's Shadow Guard, I Rise Above Her

[Sweet Romance, Mutual Devotion, Reborn Souls, Rebirth, Happy Ending]

In his previous life, bound by the title “Imperial Sister,” he never dared cross the line. He could only watch helplessly as she married into the Shen family to help him fight for the throne, then died before she had even reached the age of twenty-one.

And he, too, died in a series of hopeless spring dreams, tormented by his obsession with his Imperial Sister.

When he opened his eyes again, he had become the most inconspicuous shadow guard at her side.

In this life, the Fourth Prince Xiao Mo, once destined to rule the world, had died on a night when he was nineteen.

How he wanted to laugh and say:

Serves you right.

He had meant to observe his duty as a subject forever, serving only as the shield behind her.

That was until he heard her night after night, clutching his old clothes and sobbing in the dead of night:

“Ah Mo... do you know that my greatest wish in this life is to marry you?”

In that moment, he understood with bone-deep clarity:

He, too, had been one of the culprits who had tormented her to death in his previous life.

He had pushed her away with his own hands and destroyed every hope she had.

So in this life...

He would give everything he had to lift her up from below and place her at the pinnacle of power.

And from below, he would defy his superiors, longing only to turn every scene from his previous life's spring dreams into reality, and torment her mercilessly until she could take no more...

He had been sincerely enjoying this carefree, happy life, never expecting fate to come for him again:

Everyone in this life was more devoted and more willful than the last.

While he was busy “tormenting” his Imperial Sister, he looked away for a moment, and the Seventh Prince he had worked so hard to put on the throne ran off in the middle of the night with the woman he loved...

In the end, no one in this life wanted to sit upon the imperial throne.

His father was so furious that he issued an edict:

He pushed the shadow guard right back onto that cold, unfeeling throne.