Qin Huai has been a handsome gentleman for nineteen years.
Nowadays, among the nobles in the capital, no one has heard that the old master Qin has a grandson who won a title at the age of seventeen.
Unfortunately, only two years after entering the imperial court and serving as an imperial scholar, he sacrificed himself to block the seventh prince's sword during an assassination attempt by Qiu Xie, and lost his life.
Yan Wenmin looked at Qin Huai standing in front of him, his mind went blank.
"Your Highness!" "Your Highness, leave quickly!"
The waiter on the side shouted anxiously.
Yan Wen and Min ignored it, only feeling that the sword blade that had penetrated Qin Huai's chest was laughing at him with its bloody mouth.
It was clear that the feud between the two had reached an extreme point, and even the emperor personally came to mediate the conflict between the two, but it was of no avail.
However, who can tell him, when the sword was thrust towards him just now, why was that person the one who blocked the sword for him?
Qin Huai looked down at the sword that had passed through his heart, and the corners of his blood-covered mouth were slightly raised.
I can finally ignore the world and be myself for once.
Only this time, it's the last time.
The seriously injured Qin Huai soon died in Yan Wenmin's arms. When he opened his eyes again, three years had passed since his death.
What was even more terrifying was to find that he was lying on the new emperor's dragon bed.
Seeing that the man's expression had not changed even a little bit, Qin Huai decided that this time he would never be a short-lived ghost!
Intention: Know your heart and hold your hand