In the thirteenth year of Zhaoqing's reign, Weiyuan Marquis Zhu Zhixin was framed and convicted of treason, and his entire family was executed.
The supervisor was Zhang Zeyu, the fifth prince who he had personally taught archery to.
That day, heavy snow covered the execution ground. Zhang Zeyu poured the last glass of wine for him with his own hands and said with red eyes: "General Zhu, have a good journey."
Zhu Zhixin drank it all in one gulp and cursed with a smile: "You little heartless one."
In the same year, the prince Zhang Ji was deposed, the third prince Zuohang was imprisoned, and the seventh prince Su Xinhaoyuan was banished to the border.
Only the fifth prince Zhang Zeyu ascended to the supreme position through the blood and tears of his brothers.
When he opened his eyes again, Zhu Zhixin returned to his weak years.
In his previous life, he was foolishly loyal to the royal family and ended up dead without any parts of his body.
In this life, he just wants to be an idle prince, tending flowers, riding horses, and watching how those dragons and phoenixes fight to the death in this life.
But there seems to be something wrong in this life——
Why did Prince Zhang Ji always look at him with the ecstasy of finding something lost?
The third prince Zuo Tiantian ran to his house, euphemistically calling it "refuge", but in fact he refused to leave.
The letters sent back from the border by the seventh prince Su Xinhao were hotter than the last. There was only one sentence in the letter: "Wait for me."
And the future emperor, the fifth prince Zhang Zeyu.
In the last life, he was killed without any ambiguity about the sword raised and dropped, but in this life, he was caught in the rain all night outside his military camp just to see him.
Zhu Zhixin looked at the four princes in front of him who had their own thoughts and fell into deep thought:
How come they... Seem to have all been reborn?
