The Duke of Shen’s household was convicted of treason, and every member was executed.
Only Shen Ci, the duke’s heir, escaped death. But he was forced to enter the palace as a servant, and the Crown Prince brought him to the Eastern Palace to be disciplined.
A noble young master falls into the dust to serve others. Humiliation, restraint, self-abasement, and growth; love and indifference, power and captivity. In a world filled with hatred and resistance, can a shattered soul ever be made whole again?
Shen Ci knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to the Crown Prince.
“From now on, you’ll bow like that whenever you see me.” Xie Lin stared impassively at the slender figure prostrate at his feet.
Shen Ci’s proud spirit had been broken. The delicate flower that had braved the winter cold to bloom on a branch was gradually withering.
Xie Lin was full of malice. He simply wanted to see the flower’s petals fall and become stained with mud...
Good-looking, but a little cruel