Fu Runing and Chen Song had considered each other a thorn in their side since childhood.
As they grew older, they were constantly at each other's throats.
Chen Song had a crush on his unattainable beloved but lacked the courage to confess, so Fu Runing deliberately made him embarrass himself in front of her.
Fu Runing was the crown prince, so Chen Song allied himself with the second prince, took his side against Fu Runing, and pulled tricks on him every day.
Fu Runing stabbed Chen Song.
Chen Song shot an arrow at Fu Runing.
They had a grand time fighting each other. In the end, Fu Runing became emperor, while Chen Song became regent, stripped him of his power, and confined him to the palace.
Fu Runing: ...Fine.
Imprisoned in the palace, he had to watch Chen Song's every mood day and night. Even Chen Song's beloved came to the palace just to kick him while he was down.
Fu Runing gave up and thought, Whatever. Chen Song only runs his mouth, and I'm not going without food or drink. So what if people say a few things about me? It's not like I'll lose a chunk of flesh.
Then one day, Chen Song mocked Fu Runing again. Fu Runing gave a few absent-minded replies, thinking, Why hasn't this guy left yet?
Then, in the blink of an eye, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Fu Runing: "???"
Chen Song: "!!!"
They stared at each other, wide-eyed. Just as Fu Runing expected Chen Song to gloat and laugh that he probably didn't have long to live, Chen Song pulled him into his arms.
The other man held him in helpless panic, trembling so much that even his fingertips shook. He looked even more frightened than Fu Runing.
Fu Runing narrowed his eyes. Something's not right. Why is this guy so nervous just because I spat blood?
Afterward, Fu Runing discovered that this blood-spitting symptom did no harm to his health. He could eat anything and everything just fine; it only affected Chen Song.
Chen Song mocked him, and Fu Runing spat blood.
Chen Song wouldn't let him leave the palace, and Fu Runing spat blood.
Chen Song's beloved framed him, and Fu Runing spat blood nonstop.
In the end, the beloved was executed...
And Chen Song became as docile as a little rabbit in front of him, humbling himself every day to kneel by his bedside and gently coax him into taking his medicine.
Sickly, scheming bottom x smiling, sly fox of a top
The two have a misunderstanding; the top has no beloved.
Theme: Life is as fleeting as clouds and mist.
