Shen Mingzhao only fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again, he had become the sole legitimate son of the Shen family in a fictional dynasty, a frail boy who looked as if a gust of wind could knock him over.
As the only son of a high-ranking official, wherever he goes, more than a hundred people escort him. Even his grapes are peeled for him before anyone hands them over. It was all too much; he nearly got pampered to death on the spot.
Because of his frail health, Shen Mingzhao grew up doted on by his parents. Later, he met Xiao Jue, the Fifth Prince, who was a few years older than him.
Rumor had it that Xiao Jue was the least favored prince in the palace. Quiet and taciturn, he was often bullied. Softhearted Shen Mingzhao believed that “little pitiful souls should keep each other warm,” so whenever he saw Xiao Jue being bullied, he'd puff out his thin chest and shield him. “Don't you dare bully him!”
Xiao Jue really was using him.
From childhood, Xiao Jue had sworn to claim the supreme throne, and winning over the Shen family was the first step in his plan. With a little kindness and a little vulnerability, he easily manipulated this foolish boy who had been pampered all his life.
But later, when he saw Shen Mingzhao burning with a cold and mumbling as he tugged at his sleeve, calling, “Xiao Jue...” Xiao Jue found himself unable to sleep for the first time.
It seemed he'd gotten himself caught up in this game of chess.
From then on, the coldest and most sinister prince in the Great Liang Dynasty became Shen Mingzhao's very own “human hot-water bottle” and “full-time nanny.”
If Shen Mingzhao sneezed, Xiao Jue handed him a cloak. If he frowned, Xiao Jue checked the food. If anyone looked at him for a moment too long, Xiao Jue swept them with a cold glance. “Look again, and I'll gouge your eyes out.”
It's pretty cool, but why did it stop updating?