Shen You, the deposed crown prince, was erratic and moody. He had been confined to the cold palace for seven years without ever setting foot outside.
Over those seven years, countless people left Shen You, treating him as an ill omen and casting him aside.
Only Xuan Zhen stayed. Despite being ill and covered in injuries, he endured the deposed crown prince's fury and cared for him for seven whole years.
Xuan Zhen spent seven years warming Shen You's heart.
But just as the injustice that had tormented him for seven years was finally cleared and Shen You stepped out of the cold palace for the first time, a sword was held in front of him.
At the other end of the cold blade was the only person Shen You had ever given his heart to
Xuan Zhen tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Your Highness, unfortunately, everyone wants to sit on the throne.”
Their seven years of relying on each other became a joke in the spring when the grass was green and the birds were singing.
It took only one blood-soaked night for them to go from lovers who were closer than anyone to enemies who would not rest until the other was dead.
Then a tombstone was erected in the cold palace where they once lived.
A sword clattered to the ground.
Looking at the two characters “Xuan Zhen” carved into the stone, Shen You covered his eyes and gave a low laugh.
Everyone knew that Shen You hated Xuan Zhen most of all.
But no one could tell him who the person he loved most truly was.
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In the blink of an eye, the world rushed on. The bloody case from five years ago had long since been buried beneath endless schemes and deceit.
The new emperor, Shen You, ruled with diligence. Though moody, he could still be called a wise ruler of his generation.
Then one day Shen You began having nightmares again and again. In his dreams, a thin, frail figure suddenly grabbed him by the throat.
Sometimes the face was indistinct, twisted with rage: “Shen You, have you been enjoying these past five years?”
Sometimes it revealed a touch of fragile sorrow: “A You, I'm so cold. Will you hold me?”
Neither the imperial physicians nor the Taoist priests could explain what was happening.
Fortunately, it was only a dream.
But one day Shen You woke up and saw the purplish bruises of fingers around his neck in the mirror. A wave of icy dread surged over him.
Shadows shifted in the bronze mirror. A cold body wrapped around Shen You from behind, and that voice spoke again: “Shen You, I'm so cold. Will you come keep me company?”
One-on-one, both leads are sexually inexperienced, happy ending.
A real male ghost.
Theme: Face love and hate head-on.
