[The apparent playboy is attacked by the paranoid and ruthless regent]
[1v1, Shuangjie, he, Machiavellian]
When he was six years old, Song Jing, the most inconspicuous legitimate son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, was thrown into a dark gangster's den.
In the moldy straw pile, he ran into a twelve-year-old mute boy with fierce eyes like a lone wolf.
The young master grasped the dirty cuffs of the other party tightly, raised his head and showed all his confidence to the bandit leader: "My father is the prime minister! Let me and my brother go!"
The robber's sneer echoed in the cellar: "Prime Minister? I'm still the emperor!"
Many years later, when the new emperor was young, the iron-blooded regent who stepped out from the sea of blood and corpses took charge of the government.
He twisted the jade belt around his former "brother's" waist, leaned down and whispered, his breath hot: "Your father's prime minister's house was ransacked last night."
"Little Ah Jing," he asked playfully, but his eyes were full of seriousness, "does the word 'brother' in the cellar still count that year?"
[I regard you as a brother and you actually covet my ass! ]
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[The apparent playboy is attacked by the paranoid and ruthless regent]
[1v1, Shuangjie, he, Machiavellian]
Mission: A friend in need is a friend indeed