On a rainy night, the palace door is locked
Xie Yungui was soaked and knelt under the Danqi, banging his forehead on the cold stone bricks, begging for mercy for the general. All the civil and military officials in the court held their breath and bowed their heads, no one dared to look at the young emperor's expression.
Silence permeated the entire hall
The emperor finally stood up, the hem of his black dragon-patterned robe brushing against the floor tiles in front of him. He walked slowly and slowly, stepping on everyone's heartbeat with every step. Everyone thought that this king would not allow anyone to disobey him - he had always been like this, silent and deadly
The Emperor simply leaned forward. The fingertips that had been stained with countless blood and approved countless memorials were now wiping away the mud on Xie Yungui's forehead bit by bit. His movements were not as gentle as his.
"Begging me for him?" The emperor's voice was very low, so low that only the inch of air between the two could be heard, "What do you want in return?"
Xie Yungui raised his head, rain dripping down his chin. There was no fear in his eyes, only stubbornness, and something deeper and hotter than stubbornness.
Is it enough to take my life?
The emperor was silent for a moment, then a faint curve appeared at the corner of his lips. He leaned over and kissed away the raindrops that were about to fall on Xie Yungui's eyelashes.
"Your life," his thumb slid down the boy's clammy cheek to his chin, "is mine."
He picked the person up from the ground and dug his fingertips into his back. The force was so heavy that it felt like he was crushing the person into bones and blood.
"Take yourself in exchange." That night, the candles in the imperial study burned out for the third time. Memorials were scattered all over the floor, and the ink pen rolled to the corner. The next morning, the edict for the general's acquittal had been drafted, and when Xie Yungui, the always arrogant young man, woke up on the dragon bed, there were countless small kisses on his neck.
The emperor never wanted his life. What he wants is his whole heart
Purpose: My authority is to protect you from any harm.