The Powerful Minister of a Golden Age

After an assassination attempt failed, the young emperor was placed under house arrest in the Prince Regent's manor.

But this opened up the other side of the world to him.

His wise and mighty father, his devoted uncle, his cold and heartless aunt, and even the person he hated most: everyone around him was different from what he had seen and believed.

Amid the fog of power and desire, everyone lost sight of who they truly were.

In the end, the person who seemed the most cold and heartless was the most steadfast, and the one who had been hurt the most.

He had once been a red plum blossom atop a snowy mountain, looking down on the world, elegant beyond compare and untouched by earthly concerns.

In his youth, he had shone in all his glory, radiant as the moon high in the heavens, with the stars shimmering around him.

In his prime, he was desolate, fallen into the dust, like a phoenix rising from the flames, its thunderous might striking fear into all.

He had schemed and calculated every step of the way, only to find that the higher he climbed, the lonelier he became.

Once, he could not bear to see anyone suffer.

Now, he wanted to drag everyone into hell.

Back then, he had risked his life amid the rebel army to protect the young boy.

Now, he ventured into the mire himself to pull the boy, whose heart had turned to ash, out of the abyss.

Ah Mo, can you see?

The sapling you planted with your own hands has grown up.

He can shield you from wind and rain now.

Come back.

Perhaps this world isn't as cruel as you imagined.