[Ancient-style plot + double-faced male protagonist + passionate growth + prodigal son's counterattack]
He pretended to be crazy and stupid for eighteen years, with his trouser legs high and low, eyes hanging with eye excrement, and smiling at everyone while eating melon seeds. The people in the capital called him a "miraculous doctor" and the powerful called him a "madman". No one knew that underneath this slut's skin was the real prince of the Dasheng Dynasty.
Qin Mingzhou taught him medical skills and also taught him how to behave, Lu Fangshuo taught him his style of poetry, calligraphy and painting, and Chu Baishun taught him the life-saving skill of iron sand palm. The three masters gave everything they had to teach each other, just so that one day, he could get back what belonged to him alive.
Until Wei Jiuzhao, the national preceptor, visited Jishitang at night and pressed him in front of the chessboard: "Either continue to be your trash, or learn from me how to be a prince."
After a year of training as a devil, he used tactics as a prescription, people's heart as a pulse test, and the emperor's technique as his final secret. During the day, he was high-sounding and impeccable in the court, but when he turned around and returned to the hospital, he was still slumped in his chair, eating melon seeds and swearing. The double-sided personality switches instantly, and he lives as two people - one for the world to see, and one for himself.
But he didn't expect that on the night King Ling forced the palace, Chu Baishun blocked an arrow for him and died on the spot, while Chu Huanhua blocked an arrow for him and fell in a pool of blood. He held her, taking off all disguises for the first time, crying like a child.
"Marry. As Qin Jingchen's status, he is not a prince."
From a prodigal son to an emperor, he never lost his innocent heart. The lining of the dragon robe is embroidered with crickets, and melon seeds are dared to be eaten in the Jinluan Palace - double-facedness is not hypocrisy, it is the emperor's most affectionate confession to the fireworks in the world.
