He was a sickly prince who was forgotten in the palace, coughing up blood and living on his last breath.
Everyone thought he wouldn't survive next spring.
But no one knows what kind of heart is hidden under that pale face - he has endured for ten years and worked hard step by step. He used his illness as a skin and his cough as a disguise to secretly lay out a chess game of revenge.
He is a powerful Taifu, decisive in killing, cold-faced and cold-hearted.
But on that rainy night, my heart was gently knocked open by a box of Longjing tea, a few pieces of brocade, and the words "I hope I can come and ask for advice."
He saw that this man was taking advantage of him.
But when he looked at the handkerchief that the man held tightly when he coughed up blood, and looked at the man's weak but stubborn eyes, the string in his heart was still plucked.
"Your Highness wants to investigate, you can. But you must promise me something - if there is danger, let me stand in front of you."
He didn't know that the person he was protecting behind him would one day kill the assassin who held him hostage with a backhand knife. Blood spattered on his face. Without blinking, he asked with a slight smile: "Who said a weakness must be a weakness?"
Machiavellian plots, revenge, falling in love and killing each other, extreme pulling——
When a crazy and sick beauty meets a gentle and powerful minister, who loses and who wins in this game of chess?
