Ji Jingchen was once the most gentle scenery in Tianjia. He is the prince who "knows the most etiquette" in the emperor's words, and the most unambitious younger brother beside the prince. He treats people like the spring breeze blowing in the willows, and his words and smiles are noble and elegant. The corner of his robe brushed against the palace steps without picking up any dust. His smiling eyes looked at everything in the world, and everything seemed to be filled with the warmth of tolerance.
But that poisonous siege completely chopped the graceful prince into pieces and threw him into the deepest and coldest mud of the Yuhe River.
Now crawling back from the edge of hell is a body reshaped by hatred and poison. Under the dim light of the thatched cottage, the once warm spring breeze in his eyes had long since frozen, turning into a frozen abyss that would never melt for thousands of years, but in the depths there was crazily burning scarlet fire. There was no trace of warmth on that handsome face, and every line was stiff and cold, as if covered with a layer of cold iron mask.
Mild? Etiquette? Tolerant?
That is a ridiculous and fragile veil that is only needed by the weak. It is a piece of trash that can be easily torn to pieces by those closest to you, and even feels uncomfortable when stepped on! Now all that was left in his mind was the bone-gnawing pain when the poison struck, the coldness of the sharp blade cutting through the flesh, and the despair of being wiped out when he fell. These emotions burned repeatedly, and finally settled into an almost lifeless coldness and a kind of violence that would not hesitate to burn everything but also seek revenge.
He is no longer someone's royal brother or someone's assistant.
He is an evil ghost who crawled back from hell. His chest was beating, leaving only a cold, hard black stone filled with hatred.
Purpose: The Revenge of a Young Master