Wei Zheng, the God of War, poured all his unfinished loyalty, courage and tenderness into a face that resembled that of the late prince.
The Ninth Prince, Xiao Jingrong, suffered from severe illness and fractured bones, and lived in seclusion. Everyone said that he was a glass lamp that could be blown away by the wind. Only Wei Zheng, while being ordered to caress him, noticed the undercurrent and edge under his calm eyes.
A sober person works as a "stand-in", spreading a deadly trap between coughing up blood and playing chess.
One is addicted to empathic guardianship, sinking deeper and deeper into concern and temptation.
"General, who are you looking at through me?" He asked with a smile, his eyes were cold.
Wei Zheng couldn't answer.
Until the conspiracy tore apart the disguise, the beacon burned away the lies, and the two were thrown to the cliff of fate. When Wei Zheng used his body as a shield to block the fatal blow, he was shocked to realize——
What he risked his life to protect was no longer the phantom of the past.
And the final chapter of Jamel Xiao's desperate chess game was just for him to say:
"There is never anyone else in front of me but you."
