My hands are stained with blood. My sins are too grave. I am bound to die.
If I could die on the battlefield, that would probably be my ideal end.
But what will happen to you after I die?
My cherished rose, my precious beloved, who will protect you after I am gone?
My rose must not wither among thorns in the wilderness.
He must live beneath a glass dome, in an eternal spring.
Who can negotiate on his behalf?
Who can spare him the struggles for power?
Who can give him an Eden amid the crashing waves, where my rose can bloom without restraint?
Who deserves my complete trust, so I can entrust my beloved to him without worry?
Yes, there is only one person.
My beloved son, the young eagle of the Shu family.
My flesh and blood, the sharp sword and shield I carved with my own hands.
After my death, he will carry out my wishes, take over my inheritance, and inherit my widow.
CP: Feudal patriarch gong x loyal stepson gong x thorny rose stepmother shou
[Please note before reading]
1. A temporary 1v1. While the family relationship remains in place, no unethical romantic feelings or sexual relationship develop.
2. An expanded and reposted version of an old short story. The author has reported it for a ranking ban.
Theme: Be independent, confident, and strong
