“Your Highness, I’m frail and can’t even swat a chicken...”
Zhang Yunai says this while curled up in Zhu Biao’s arms, coughing until the corners of his eyes turn red. Zhu Biao tenderly wraps him up tighter. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you.”
The moment he turns around, Zhang Yunai sends the seventh wave of assassins flying off the roof, killing them with coins to the forehead and a single dart. Perched on the tiles, he wipes his hands and sneers. “That’s it?”
He is an immortal from the year 2050, with a future technology database in his head, a genetically enhanced body, and a heart that has beaten for Zhu Biao for six hundred years.
He thought he was just pretending to be weak to get a little sympathy. Who knew Zhu Biao would start looking at him differently?
“Cough once more, and I’ll have the entire Imperial Medical Academy’s supply of candied fruit brought here.”
“Your Highness... I’m really not sick.”
“I know. I just want to treat you well.”
Before long, all of Great Ming knows that the “sickly beauty” by the Crown Prince’s side can make electric lights, improve firearms, take down thirty elite assassins in a single night, and even make the Crown Prince blush and call him “Brother Biao.”
He pretended to be a scheming flirt to win a husband, only to fall for him first.
This novel is so good that men have read it, menstrual women have gone crazy after reading it, it is the nemesis of depression, it is an alarm clock for vegetative people, it is a dream that tears flow from the corners of the mouth and flood into the Qiantang River, it is so handsome, God is my rose, it lights up my dark life, makes my world meaningful, I fly, I jump, I jump up on the balcony of the 20th floor, and the tango makes me realize that God does exist. I am so cute that my tears will stop flowing. From now on, the world will no longer be short of water.