The General's Estate Plaything Decides to Fight for Favor

Hua Jin is an awkward presence in the Prince of Yan’s household. His family fell from grace, and a bowl of medicine left him so ill he could barely get out of bed. Like a trinket someone had casually bought, he was kept in the inner quarters, spending his days among the prince’s concubines. For fifteen years, the third son of the Yan family, Yan Yunsui, fought across the land and carved out a domain for himself, becoming a man whose name struck fear into everyone. He never touched Hua Jin, but he wouldn’t let him die either. He watched as Hua Jin’s pride was crushed and he sank into the dirt.

Hua Jin hated him.

And yet, on the day the last peach blossoms fell, Yan Yunsui risked his life to save him.

The blood was so red, gushing out faster than anyone could staunch it.

Hua Jin heard him say, “I always knew you didn’t want to live. But I couldn’t keep you here, and I owe your brother for that.”

“Go north past Yiling Ridge. The Yan family’s troops are stationed there.”

“Xiao Hua, don’t look back.”

Because of that childhood nickname, Hua Jin hated him even more.

He hated him with all his heart.

Who could have imagined that he would be reborn?

He returned to the very first day Yan Yunsui brought him home.

When Yan Yunsui sneered in front of the household servants, “Young Master Hua is the most beautiful man in Jingzhou, and a great talent. Now that he’s half-dead, he’s even more of a sight to behold.”

Hua Jin coughed lightly and raised his eyes. “Is that so? Am I qualified to recline on Young General Yan’s bed?”

From that day on, everyone in Jingzhou knew that the young master of the Hua family had offered himself to Yan Yunsui and willingly debased himself.

Then, two years later, the emperor died suddenly in his prime, and the realm fell into chaos.

The court officials were stunned to see the person who walked out of the throne hall with a sword in hand and blood staining his robes like a rakshasa. It was none other than the plaything Yan Yunsui kept by his side, who had spent the past two years jealously squabbling over his affections and becoming the laughingstock of Jingzhou.

When Yan Yunsui marched on Jingzhou with the Yan army, the officials urged him to purge the court of corrupt ministers and kill the traitor.

But they could only watch as he swept the man up onto his horse.

Frowning at the blood streak across his face, Yan Yunsui asked, “Did you really have to do it yourself?”

“I was happy to,” the person in his arms replied with a soft smile.

He would tear this chaotic age apart with his own hands.

To love what he loved and protect what he could: that was the whole meaning of living this life again.

Theme: Cherish those who love you