The gentle and crazy regent x the cold-faced and sinister emperor
The late emperor passed away suddenly, and Ji Luancheng, who was only sixteen years old, ascended the throne in front of the coffin and became the most noble prisoner in the world.
His only prison is his royal brother—yes, that gentle and gentle regent, Ji Yunchao.
In the court, Ji Yunchao was a respectful and wise king. He personally helped Ji Luancheng out of trouble time and time again, and even held the country in front of him with both hands.
But in the deep palace, he broke off Ji Luancheng's wings with his own hands, and then used gentleness to weave the strongest chain into pieces.
"Luan Cheng, only the imperial brother loves you the most in this world..."
He raised his hand to adjust his collar with a smile, and his slender fingertips traced across his neck vaguely, his eyes dark, as if looking at the prey he was sure to win.
Ji Luancheng raised his hand and pushed away the new policy in disgust. Ji Yun smiled and took care of him step by step, but secretly let people take away all the real power. Secretly, he wanted to cultivate his confidants, but Ji Yun praised him warmly in the face, but transferred the people to the border the next day.
Every time he struggled, it seemed that the invisible net was getting tighter and tighter, making people unable to breathe and unable to move.
Until that seemingly calm rainy night, Ji Luancheng's broad chest was attached to his back, and warm palms clasped his waist from a seemingly gentle hand. The tall figure pressed down, and his eyes were dark and turbulent.
"You have always been mine, before, now, and in the future -" He leaned forward and kissed the tears flickering in the corners of Ji Luancheng's eyes. His voice was as gentle as water, but with a hint of coaxing, "until death."
From then on, during the day, he was a cold-faced monarch respected by thousands of people; at night, he was the forbidden prince who allowed Ji Yun to do whatever he wanted on his bed.
In general,
Perhaps, some cages were created by two people from the beginning.
Intention: Love is like a shackle between the two, it imprisons the king and also imprisons oneself.
