On the day his kingdom fell, an imperial blood edict forced the young emperor Qi Mingyan onto the throne, not to rule, but to die. Yet he survived. Stripped of his imperial status and reduced to a stable hand in the Imperial Horse Administration, he was left to be trampled by anyone who pleased.
Then he met that little crybaby.
The Sixteenth Prince, Xiao Shi'an, was the palace’s most inconspicuous punching bag. Eyes red, he clung to Qi Mingyan’s leg and smiled timidly. “Brother Mingyan, don’t go. You’re all I have.”
Qi Mingyan’s heart softened. He thought, He’s just a poor little thing. It won’t hurt to take care of him.
But he didn’t know that every night, those tear-reddened eyes grew dark and obsessive. The pitiful boy who said, “You’re all I have,” was weaving a cage called love, inch by inch, in the gentlest way possible.
Until Qi Yanming caught Xiao Shi'an killing a eunuch without a trace of expression, a long sword dripping with blood in his hand.
Qi Yanming realized he had never seen the real Xiao Shi'an. For that reason, he kept lowering his own boundaries, again and again.
Until... he was completely lost to him...
Qi Yanming: “If it’s a boundary, then I have none when it comes to Xiao Shi'an. Even if I’m crying, I’ll keep spoiling the little one I raised.”
“He may be a scheming green tea, but he only acts that way with me. What does that mean? It means I still haven’t given him enough of a sense of security.”
