[Two male leads + historical political intrigue + mutual salvation + court and martial world + happy ending]
[Dark, unhinged, sharp-tongued wolf cub top with a soft heart x aloof, noble, sharp-tongued, fiercely protective general bottom]
The day he kidnapped Qin Feiyi, Liu Mengzhou thought, The most beautiful man in all of Daliang has fallen into my hands. Let's see what I can do to him.
Only later did he learn that this man was the great general who had destroyed his homeland, and had supposedly "died in battle" three years ago. No one knew he had been imprisoned in the back courtyard of Prince Yu's manor, fed the most potent poisons and bound in the strongest chains, tortured for three whole years. When Liu Mengzhou found him, he was already gravely ill, reduced to little more than skin and bones, liable to collapse in a breeze. Yet his gaze was icy. "A scholar may be killed but never humiliated. If you're going to kill me, just do it. Why waste words?"
Liu Mengzhou smiled at him. "A beauty like you is hard to come by. What a waste to kill you. This young master will keep you around and enjoy your company at leisure."
He treated Qin Feiyi's wounds, boiled medicine, cooked for him, and watched him finish every bite. Then one day, he realized Qin Feiyi's true identity. He weighed the fan in his hand again and again, but in the end set it down. "I'll kill you after you've recovered. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a fair victory."
The fan concealed twenty-eight poison needles in its ribs, each originally prepared for this great enemy. Later, that same fan brought him a breeze, shielded him from rain, and shaded him from the sun.
Lu Xiaoman watched coldly from the sidelines. "Didn't you say you were going to kill him?"
Liu Mengzhou didn't bat an eye. "Yeah, I'm sharpening my knife."
"You're sharpening...a kitchen knife?"
Liu Mengzhou rolled up his sleeves, slapped his forehead, and headed out. "...I forgot. This picky lord won't do with just chicken, it's too greasy. I'll go buy a fish."
