His Royal Highness, He Is Alive Again

Jiang Chi was born as a god and lived happily for thousands of years, but he was ruined by a jar of wine. At the Immortal Banquet, he was drunk and hazy, offending the Four Heavenly Emperors, and even kicked the Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron over. As a result, Jiang Chi was stripped of his divine status and demoted to the mortal world. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had been reincarnated into a corpse. The body was covered in spots, there was no breathing or heartbeat, no need to eat or sleep, and even the smell of alcohol could not be tasted. Jiang Chi: What else is there to live for? ! ... It seems that he is indeed not alive either. What's even worse is that this body seems to be something special. It's actually the young prince who was murdered by the rebels! The gangsters of the rebel party were chasing him, and he accidentally broke into the painting workshop of a nobleman. Strangely, after getting closer to him, the corpse spots on his body gradually faded away, and the smell of alcohol could still be tasted! Jiang Chi: Master, save me! Jiang Chi didn't know that the noble person was Feng Qingci, the current imperial master. The world said that his eyebrows were like frost, his heart was like stone, he could turn his hands into clouds and turn his hands into rain. Dressed in mysterious clothes, he stood above thousands of people, and even the emperor had to respect him. Bad news: The Imperial Preceptor seems to be at odds with the former Crown Prince. Good news: There is no need to deal with the imperial advisor and the rebels who murdered the prince. I don't know whether it's good or bad news: Rumor has it that the Imperial Master has a broken sleeve. Following Feng Qingci, you can drink wine and live a life. This business is not a loss. So the two of them had their own agendas and reached a deal: he would be the puppet prince of the Imperial Preceptor, and the Imperial Preceptor would protect him. Until one day, the two of them got drunk together. Jiang Chi learned two things: First, Feng Qingci's drinking capacity was really bad. Second, the rumors are true. * Feng Qingci hated a god most in his life. When he was a child, there was a severe drought in his hometown, and the land was thousands of miles away, but the court spent a lot of money to build a platform for raising and lowering immortals. The god floated down, with frosty face and moonlight soul, ice bones and jade posture, but Feng Qingci threw a stone at him from a distance. That night, his body was taken from him and abandoned in a mass grave. Half of his face was rotten and three of his fingers were broken. He could neither crawl nor die. Someone wiped the blood off his face, gave him a piece of steamed bun, picked him up from hell, and treated him like a teacher or a father. That was the most respectful thing in his life. Later, he stepped on the corpses and climbed to the top, hoping to wash the world with blood, but he ran into a pair of the cleanest eyes. That man didn't know the sinister nature of people's hearts, and didn't know how to weigh the pros and cons. His innocence was like a piece of uncut jade, but it happened to penetrate his heart. Later, I searched all over heaven and earth. You are the one I hate the most, respect you the most, and love you the most. * One night, Jiang Chi accidentally broke into the darkroom of the Imperial Master's study. The candlelight flickered, spells were everywhere, the air was filled with incense ash and the smell of blood, and the statue of Jiang Chi hung prominently in the middle of the wall. Jiang Chi: Why... Are you studying these? Feng Qingci: Blasphemy. The romantic corpse (?) Prince is attacked by the perverted (?) Imperial master Copy archived on 2026.6.10 Mission: Justice will eventually defeat evil