One moment, we were sworn enemies who perished together. He was the overlord of the northern frontier, a god of slaughter in a chaotic age; I was the Southern Dynasty's chief strategist, calculating the fate of all under heaven.
The next moment, we were both reborn in the enemy camp as its most worthless failures. He was a discarded, mad prince, treated like a stray dog; I was a frail hostage, clinging to life by a thread.
When we met again at a palace banquet, his blade pressed against my throat, killing intent surging. "I can kill you right now."
I coughed up blood and smiled. "You'll die at the hunting grounds three days from now. Work with me, and we'll both survive."
From then on, the mad prince had a sickly beauty by his side, a strategist who could foresee every move.
I guided his pieces, purged the court, and turned the realm into a game board;
He wielded his sword for me, swept across the land, and regarded all living beings as dust.
Everyone said the Seventh Prince had raised a vicious snake. Yet in front of them all, he broke his sword and swore, "This person is under my protection!"
No one knew that the seemingly frail hostage was the hand truly directing the game.
When the old realm fell and a new dynasty was about to rise, he split the imperial seal in two before the eyes of the world.
"In my previous life, I lost the realm but won you."
"In this life, I'll share half my empire with you."
It's very good, very delicate. Can the author make a daily side story about the relationship between the two 💕💕💕💕
It's beautiful, this emotional transition is awesome👍