Shen Yanzhi, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, came from a family in Imperial Hospital. He had both parents and respected brothers and sisters. He was famous in the capital as a "good boy from a good family".
Prince Jing, Xiao Heng, was the youngest son of the late emperor. His biological mother died young and he grew up under the Queen's knees. He was beautiful and sinister, with a sword hidden in his smile. He was known as "Living Yama" to both the government and the public.
A chance encounter in the ruined palace on the night of Shang Yuan, and a forced companionship while investigating a case in the south of the Yangtze River.
Shen Yanzhi handed over a hot handkerchief: "Your Highness, wipe your face, it's time to eat."
Xiao Heng held the handkerchief, his fingertips trembling: "No one has ever... Asked me whether it should be permed."
Shen Yanzhi is Xiao Heng's only light, but behind this light, there is a blood feud that can burn the two of them to pieces——
Father Shen was the last imperial physician before the death of the late emperor, and the death of Xiao Heng's mother and concubine was closely related to the queen.
The game in the court, the blood of the noble family is still wet.
When the truth tore everything apart, Xiao Heng grabbed Shen Yanzhi's neck and pressed it against the wall, but his hands were shaking uncontrollably.
Shen Yanzhi held his wrist and said softly: "Your Highness has killed so many people, but his hands never shake. Why are they shaking at me?"
"The most luxurious thing in the world is not imperial power, but someone willing to warm a pot of plum wine for you on a snowy night."
"When you burned the paper, the fire shone on your face, and it seemed like it was going to melt with you. I thought, this person needs someone to hold him."
"Hold it."
Intention: If you hold me, I will live.