Yu Shijiu was the notorious troublemaker of the capital, a useless playboy who did whatever he pleased.
The capital’s noble families all sighed over the young scamp. The Yu family’s father and brothers were upright and principled, known for their good reputations, so how had they raised such a little tyrant?
As it happened, the little tyrant was incredibly lucky. When he was young, he earned merit by saving the emperor at the hunting grounds and was granted a title. He also became sworn kin to the Prince of Beifu, making him all the more fearless and reckless.
At the Chaoyun Tower in Jinling, colorful silk banners fluttered. A spirited young gentleman threw around money to buy a famous courtesan’s freedom, drawing everyone’s attention and setting off a clamor.
In the middle of the commotion, a child ran over, clung to Yu Shijiu’s leg, and called out in a childish voice, “Dad!”
Yu Shijiu’s smile froze. “…”
???
Wait, where did this child come from? Why was he calling him that?!
Someone piped up, “The child does look rather like Young Master Yu.”
The remark caused a sensation. In less than half a day, the story had spread all the way from Jinling to the capital, adding a touch of romantic intrigue to Yu Shijiu’s already famous reputation.
Yu Shijiu: Thanks for asking. I’m numb to it all.
Yu Shijiu was used to getting into trouble and thought nothing could surprise him, but this child, who claimed to be his biological son, managed to leave him speechless several times.
The first time was when the child put on a serious face and told him he had been born from Yu Shijiu’s belly.
The second time was when the child looked up at him with bright, shining eyes and said the other one of his dads was the Crown Prince.
Yu Shijiu, who was the Crown Prince’s study companion, was struck like a bolt of lightning. He suddenly remembered that the Crown Prince had just punished him. He flopped onto the bed with a thump, clutching his chest and afraid to open his eyes.
“Dad, ”
The sweet little one wrapped his arms around Yu Shijiu’s neck and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Dad! Don’t be scared!”
The little Crown Prince had quite a way with people. He soon won Yu Shijiu’s heart. From then on, Yu Shijiu had someone to do his lessons with, and whenever the child fell asleep, he’d cuddle him close. They ate, drank, and had fun together, happy as could be.
Of course he had to keep such a sweet little boy all to himself.
As for that cold, rule-obsessed Crown Prince? Who cared!
The little Crown Prince, who had transmigrated from another world, finally got to meet his father, who had died young.
With tearful eyes, he nestled in his father’s arms, clutching his collar tightly and unwilling to let go.
But he never expected his father, whom he remembered as gentle and refined, to have been such a wild young man. The spoiled young noble, dressed in fine silks and jade, had a proud, carefree air about him. He shot arrows at willow branches, went boating on the lake, gambled with dice, and watched street performances... doing nothing all day and never studying!
The little Crown Prince lay beside his father’s soft pillow, tugging at his long eyelashes and watching his sleeping face without blinking. He sighed deeply.
Oh well. At least he was still here.
They met again as father and son in the main hall of the Eastern Palace. With candles blazing, they stood far apart on opposite sides of the steps, gazing at one another.
The little Crown Prince’s usual cheerful expression vanished. Without hesitation, he said, “I came for him.”
“Back then, he went all the way to the northern frontier for your sake and defended ten thousand miles of territory. But he died on the battlefield, his life cut short.”
At that, the Crown Prince abruptly raised his eyes, unable to hide his shock and grief.
[Reading guide]
1. The little Crown Prince transmigrates from a parallel world. In this world, the bottom cannot give birth, and there’s no such setup.
2. Starting his life over, the little Crown Prince returns to his father’s youth and gets into mischief with him.
3. The bottom is the nineteenth child in his family. I’m still thinking about his name.
Theme: The bright moon over the sea rises with the tide
