My Cold and Ascetic Uncle

Among all the civil and military officials in the dynasty, the one whom Xie Zheng disliked the most was his uncle Rong Xuace. He always looked aloof, cold and gloomy. Xie Zheng would always avoid him when he saw him when he was young. Later, when he became emperor, he finally dared to walk sideways in front of him. But Rong Xuace was different from others. Even after Xie Zheng became the emperor, whenever he met him, he always looked indifferent and distant, as cold as ice, and difficult to get close to. He was taciturn and had a nasal voice, like a handful of winter snow, freezing to death. Xie Zheng couldn't bear that the dignified emperor was treated perfunctorily by Rong Xuace without even looking at him. "Uncle, you are so elegant." The gauze is hanging down, Rong Xuece is taking off his clothes and soaking in the flower petal bath, the room is burning with incense from the Western Regions, his long hair is hanging down by the pool, his delicate skin color is white with pink, the picture is beautiful and elegant. The person who should least appear stood in front of him like a phantom. However, his clothes were not covering his body, and even the water droplets falling from his body fell into Xie Zheng's eyes. A huge sense of humiliation came over him. He had a special physical condition that he had kept secret for a long time. His dark eyes, shrouded in mist, suddenly turned cold: "The emperor is visiting his ministers at night. Why don't you let someone know about something important?" The petals followed the current and surrounded his waist. Under his body was a nightmare that he had been suffering from all his life. He never let anyone get close to him when he was being bathed. This was an iron rule that everyone in the house knew. But the person in front of him, the young man who had taken his throne, stared at him wildly and unabashedly. Rong Xuecei's hands hanging in the water were clenched into fists. "What kind of dirty secret does the emperor have? We are both men, so why can't we see it?" Xie Zheng was displeased when he saw that his expression was grim and his words were driving away guests. Now that he is the emperor, he is not afraid of Rong Xuace no matter how cold his face is. He stepped forward with a playful expression. "Don't come over." Under Rong Xuace's cold appearance, he finally couldn't help but stop him and trembled slightly. "What's wrong with you?" Sensing something was wrong with the other party, Xie Zheng stopped, squinted his eyes, and looked at this powerful man. He didn't like being close to him so much. He guessed right. Rong Xuace hated him. Xie Zheng felt his alienation and resistance, and the air was filled with invisible coldness. He prefers not to. The less Rong Xuace wants him to, the more he wants to get his way. No one dares to confront him so blatantly. "I also like flower petal baths." "Get out——" Shock flashed through Rong Xuace's eyes, and when he spoke to stop him again, Xie Zheng had already closed his clothes and entered him. The water splashed, and the petals were splashed and scattered. The sole of Rong Xuecei's foot slipped, and Xie Zheng rushed forward. Time seemed to have stopped. Rong Xuecei's face turned pale, his legs were spread wide, and Xie Zheng's fingertips poked into a fine, warm and soft pink channel. Xie Zheng's face was complicated and shocked, "Uncle, there is really a secret." Rong Xuace pursed his thin lips tightly, with murderous intent bursting out of his eyes: "Go away" Original copywriting, screenshots have been taken for evidence (theft will be prosecuted) ​2025/12/20 Copywriting minor revision 2026/1/29 PS: Xie Zheng (zhēng) Concept: Life is like a play, suffering is encounter