The Sickly Young Emperor Is a Heartthrob

[Beautiful, strong, sick, and weak imperial master × scheming chief assistant × paranoid prince × loyal dog general × forbearing secret guard] The whole capital knew that Shen Lanshi was a beauty. How beautiful is it? When he came out of the sedan chair to go to court, the vendors selling sugar-roasted chestnuts at the gate of the palace would be stunned. Wearing a crimson official robe, he stood in the Tai Chi Hall. He was the only one among the purples in the hall, like a red plum blooming in the snow, pale, cold and fragile. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wished he could lock him up in the East Palace. Lord Chief Assistant sent ginseng soup to his house every day to help him heal his body. General Zhenbei hunted snow foxes from the north to make fur coats for him. The tips of his ears were red and he said, "You look good in your clothes." His secret guard commander had guarded him for fifteen years, and his sword skills were superb, but he still had to do a lot of mental training to even hand him a bowl of medicine. But Shen Lanshi only had the case in mind. He coughed up blood and stayed up all night to look through his account books, went to court with a fever to impeach corrupt officials, and was so thin that he was still writing the outline of the trial with only a handful of bones left. He always said, "I will take a good rest after this case is settled." But the cases came one after another and were never finished.