In the Great Xia Dynasty, the last emperor was in a coma, Jiulong seized his legitimate son, the government and the public were in turmoil, and the people's livelihood was very difficult.
In the center of this turbid whirlpool, everyone knows that the seventh prince Xiao Yan is a frail and sick king who is addicted to pen and ink paintings. He has no intention of authority and has no fight with the world. He is the least threatening existence among the princes and the most suitable idler in the clan to be kept in captivity after the future new king ascends the throne.
However, no one knew what a cold and deep heart was beating under that warm and jade-like skin. When the sharp blade of conspiracy was at his throat, when everything he cherished was about to be crushed, this dormant "sick tiger" finally opened his deep eyes.
He can smell the rust of lies, and he can see the invisible fire of ambition.
On this millstone of flesh and blood called "Imperial Power", what he has to do is not survive.
Instead, sit on it.
