I am the most disliked sixth prince in Daliang.
He is a beggar I picked up from the snow.
We spent ten years huddled in a leaky shabby house.
I thought we were each other's salvation——
Until he personally presented the "evidence" of my collaboration with the enemy to the imperial court.
On the day I was dragged out of the East Palace, he stood at the front of the imperial guards.
The confession in his hand was written by me, word by word, as I taught him.
He said he only recognized me as his master in this life.
But when he said——
In his hand is the knife that wants to kill me.
Later he blocked a fatal arrow for me.
I hugged him and asked why.
He said three words with a smile and breathed his last.
He had hidden those three words all his life.
I waited ten years and only heard it once.
After he left, I carved his name on the armrest of the dragon chair.
Touch it every day when approving the folds.
Like he was still standing next to me grinding ink.
