My Shadow Guard Says He'll Die for His Former Master, but I Won't Allow It!

Dual male leads + angst + coercive love + adored by all + mad, possessive top + groveling chase + mutually devoted HE + old-school melodrama + both reborn

Beautiful, loyal, self-effacing and long-suffering bodyguard bottom x cold, obsessive, hot-tempered emperor top

In his previous life, Ying An served Prince Su, Liu Jin, for thirteen years. He took arrows for him, killed for him, and warmed his bed, never daring to overstep by so much as a fraction.

He thought this was how his life would be: a dog at Liu Jin’s feet until the day he died.

But the moment Liu Jin married Shen Wanyan, the noble daughter of the Shen family, he turned ruthless. He crippled Ying An’s dantian and cut out his tongue, all to win a smile from his new princess consort.

“He’s nothing but a lowly slave, yet he dares to dream of taking the princess consort’s place.”

On the day of the wedding, Liu Jin kicked Ying An to death and left his body in the snow.

Liu Jin thought he had merely lost a dog.

But no one could take over Ying An’s secret network, his trusted followers were murdered one after another, and the devotion he had believed in turned out to be nothing more than a pawn planted by someone else.

He rebelled and seized the throne, lived a lonely life, and eventually died by the blades of rebel troops.

After being reborn, he returned to the year Ying An first pledged himself to him.

Thirteen-year-old Ying An still knelt before him, respectfully calling him “Your Highness.”

Liu Jin did everything he could to make amends. Like a madman, he kept Ying An by his side, took his punishments for him, killed for him, and laid before him, piece by piece, all the honor and status he had denied him in his previous life.

But his most obedient little dog didn’t want him anymore.

Ying An was named Lord Wanchen by the emperor, with a rank equal to the empress. Kneeling before the palace hall, Liu Jin saw Ying An once more: composed, cherished and treasured in the palms of someone’s hands.

Only then did he finally understand:

What had he lost?