At twenty-nine, the Crown Prince hit his head during a tour of the realm, and his memories reverted to when he was eighteen.
Afraid his only son might accidentally die, the Emperor began arranging a consort selection for the Crown Prince, hoping he would produce an heir as soon as possible.
As soon as the selection announcement went out, applications flooded in like snowflakes.
The applicants included not only admirers of the Crown Prince, but also his friends, subordinates, and even political enemies...
Yet almost all the applicants were a poor match for the Crown Prince. The only one with a high compatibility score was, incredibly, the Empire's supreme commander.
The commander had once been the Crown Prince's instructor. Later, they fell out over their political differences and became sworn enemies, locked in a fight to the death.
And for some reason, the commander had also entered the consort selection this time.
To ensure the Crown Prince produced an heir as soon as possible, the Emperor waved a hand and arranged a marriage between him and the commander.
At twenty-nine, the Crown Prince had endured over a decade of power struggles. He was cold-blooded, ruthless, and deeply calculating.
At eighteen, he was simply an innocent, sweet young man.
The naive Crown Prince was stunned when he received his marriage certificate. He hadn't even dated anyone yet. How could he just get married so hastily?
And his spouse was his instructor, of all people. He remembered sitting in the lecture hall listening to the man's lecture not long ago.
His former instructor had moved into his home, and now they were supposed to have a child together. That couldn't be right, could it?
At night, the commander entered the Crown Prince's bedroom, undoing his buttons one by one. "Your Highness, please let us produce an heir as soon as possible."
The eighteen-year-old, pure-hearted Crown Prince got a nosebleed.
They hadn't even had time to develop feelings, and they were going straight to that? Wasn't that wrong?
The Crown Prince decided to resist to the bitter end.
The commander asked, "Would you like me to teach you?"
The Crown Prince looked at the man's smoking-hot figure and agonized for a long while. "All right, then. Teach me, please."
The commander replied, "There's no need to be so polite. I was once your teacher. Teaching you is simply part of my job."
Crown Prince gong x Commander shou
Theme: Face difficulties with courage. Hope lies ahead.
