In the fourth year of Jinghe, it was misty and rainy in late spring.
The thirteen-year-old prince Li Yanzhou accompanied the emperor on a tour of the south. In the noisy alleys of Jiangnan, he picked up a ten-year-old boy covered in whip marks and tied with a thick rope.
At that time, he was a high-ranking prince, with an inkstone in his arms and a moon-white brocade suit that was not stained by dust;
He is a wild dog in the mud, with old wounds that have not healed and he is dying amidst the scolding of everyone.
The queen spoke softly and allowed him to do whatever he wanted;
But in those clear eyes, he saw enough fire to start a prairie fire.
Ten years have passed, and thunder has stirred.
Xue Chengdu, a once down-and-out young man, became the number one scholar in a new subject, the sharpest sword in the court, and the most silent shadow around Li Yanzhou.
Everyone in the world knows that the number one scholar is cold and aloof, and only knows how to be loyal to the king;
Only Li Yanzhou knew how warm the sword was in his hand, and how it would tremble in front of anyone to the point where he could not even hold a teacup.
"What about outside of your duties? Don't you have anything to say?"
"Okay. We will share weal and woe until death."
Intention: receive what you wish for