In his previous life, Zhou Liuhe was born into the Duke of An's household. When he was fourteen, his entire family was arrested and executed for getting caught up in the struggle over the succession. His master rescued him, and from then on he weathered bloody storms in the jianghu and dreamed of iron steeds and icy rivers on the frontier. At thirty, alone in the world, he and a prince of the Rongdi died together on a brutal battlefield, all while under the cold suspicion of the emperor.
Who could have guessed that when he opened his eyes again, old Zhou had become young Zhou? His parents were still alive, and he was still the young duke, blessed with wealth, beauty, and a bright future. He spent his days chasing chickens and dogs, neglecting his studies, and was known as the worst of the capital's three great scourges. If he could just avoid the chaos of the succession struggle and his family's downfall, he could enjoy a few more years as a carefree wastrel.
Young Zhou was moved to tears. In his last life, he had worked himself to the bone every day, and hadn't even managed to find a wife. That life had been no life at all! He thanked Heaven for giving him another chance. This time, he would be a proper wastrel and do his best to get married!
One day, the Crown Prince sat by his bed, resting his chin on one hand as he tilted his head to look at him. When he saw Zhou wake, he reached out and gently stroked his forehead.
“You practice martial arts so diligently, A-He. What do you want to do in the future?”
Still half asleep, Zhou Liuhe spoke his true feelings from his last life. “I want peace and prosperity for all, even if...” Even if peace meant a general could never meet his beloved, that would be all right.
He regretted it as soon as he said it. Those weren't the words of a wastrel.
Lu Sangqing lowered his eyes to look at him and answered in a warm, gentle voice.
Zhou Liuhe quickly added, “And then I'll find myself a wife. She doesn't have to be pretty, just don't let her stop me from drinking. I'll treat her well, too.”
Lu Sangqing: “Oh.”
Several days later, the Crown Prince staged a coup, forced the elderly emperor to abdicate, and ascended the throne.
Zhou Liuhe leaned back in shock. Wait, wasn't Lu Sangqing supposed to die with his empress at the hands of Zhou's imperial father? How had this guy managed to face down his own father at the palace gates and actually win?
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Late that night, Zhou Liuhe lay on the imperial bed with tears in his eyes. Lu Sangqing bent down and kissed him tenderly. “Still planning to get yourself a wife?”
Zhou Liuhe wanted nothing more than to bite the bastard to death, but his mouth remained stubborn. “Aren't you my wife? Put in some effort!”
Lu Sangqing: “Oh.”
A little heads-up
Warm and gentle, lovesick, secretly jealous Crown Prince gong x open-minded, beautiful, steadfast, brave, cheerful, chivalrous general shou/
The gong would give his all and risk his life for the shou's ideals. The shou would work himself to the bone for his own ideals. As for a wife... you could say the shou did get himself one. When he calls the gong his wife, the gong seems pretty happy about it./
A sweet, heartwarming story of mutual devotion / The gong and shou dote on each other / 1v1 /
Theme: In peacetime, a general should meet his beloved; in an age of prosperity, all things should flourish
