Sui Jintang was a prince.
Sui Jintang was a prince who didn't have long to live.
In a battle on the northern frontier, he risked his life to bury one hundred thousand enemy soldiers and won an unprecedented victory. But then his own father colluded with corrupt officials to withhold military funds, while his elder brother attacked him from the shadows.
Sui Jintang's response: Fine. Since everyone wants me dead, I'll return to the capital and make a grand entrance, then die right in front of you all.
Before long, the powerful families in the capital discovered that the Third Prince, who coughed up blood after two steps and fainted after three, was a master of shamelessly and relentlessly playing the victim.
Returning to court gravely wounded, he spat blood in public, hoping the suspicious old emperor would dump the entire imperial treasury's supply of medicine on him.
Alone at an inn in the dead of night, he lay gravely ill, yet still managed to extort one hundred thousand taels of gold from the Eastern Palace...
The entire court trembled as they waited for him to die. Instead, he made his way from the snowstorms beyond the border all the way to the throne hall, as if the whole world were part of his calculations.
Only one man was willing to serve as the sharpest hound beneath his throne, hiding his fervor beneath his skin and asking for just a little of his master's favor when no one else was around.
"I am willing to imprison myself within these boundaries, as long as you are willing to look at me."
Content warnings:
Sickly, brilliant beauty top x calculating, corrupt official bottom
Weak top, strong bottom. The top is genuinely sickly, aloof, and focused on his career. The romance develops slowly.
One-on-one romance, happy ending.
Theme: Fine steeds are common, but true connoisseurs are rare.
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