When Chang Li first knelt on the street begging for food, all he wanted was a few copper coins to buy a hot bun.
Later, he was locked in a gilded cage. Everywhere he looked, pearls and jade gleamed; everything he touched was gold, silver, and fine silk. The world envied his splendor, but he began to long for one person's sincere affection.
Later still, someone rescued him from the mud, loved him with all their heart, protected him, taught him, raised him, and cherished him. But he was still unsatisfied. He wanted the love of more people.
But when everyone began saying they loved him, he suddenly realized how cheap love could be.
And what he truly wanted was far more than that.
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"My name is Xiao Wei. Wei, as in 'the only one.' I chose it myself."
"My name is Chang Li. 'Long and graceful, soaring over the river.' He gave me this name."
"He?"
"He's my brother, my father, my master, and also my... lover."
"Then what is your surname?"
Chang Li lifted his eyes toward the palace's lofty halls and gates. A smile curved his lips, and his voice rang like cold jade:
"Whatever surname rules this realm and its imperial throne..."
"That will be my surname."
This is a rather dark, twisted story. Readers who are sensitive to such content should proceed with caution.
The protagonist is neurotic, but an exceptionally beautiful, stunningly gorgeous beauty. His ambition is bottomless, but his intelligence can't keep up, so most of the time he rises in status by trading on his looks.
The protagonist will get everything he wants.
There is a designated love interest.
(All of the above is subject to change.)
Theme: When my flowers bloom, all others wither
