"Baby, do you remember the rules in this palace?"
The twenty-one-year-old King Anlu lifted the boy's chin with his jade fan, his brows and eyes were full of romance. Eight-year-old Murong Lingzhi clenched his clothes tightly and said in a clear voice: "Lingzhi will only obey His Highness's orders in this life."
Ten years later, the palace of King Qin was brightly lit with candles every night.
"Your Highness, it's time to sleep in peace." Murong Lingzhi, who has become the son of the general of the town army, advised in a low voice. Yang Lezhen was lazily leaning on the couch, with his dark hair covering the pillow: "What's the hurry? Come here and rub my shoulders -"
Intention: To be completed
