Many years ago, there was a rebellion case. The uncle of the state was so bold that he carved a jade seal privately. The imperial concubine drank her sword and committed suicide in anger. Her son was exiled among the people and was missing. When Huan Xin, the youngest son of the Marquis of Wuling Mansion, sent someone to look for him, they only learned that he was dead.
From then on, the little prince became the moon in the distant sky that could never be touched.
Many years later, when Huan Xin was the hereditary Marquis of Wuling, when the Marquis's house was recruiting a waiter at night, he saw someone who shouldn't have been there.
If it weren't for you, why do you look so similar to the imperial concubine?
If it were you, why would you completely forget about our mutual love?
Long time no see, Ashue.
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A story about a hereditary young marquis who pretends not to be enterprising, but actually hopes to one day regain control of the armed forces, and a beautiful male favorite whose life experience is a mystery.
The copywriting is useless, let's leave it like that, I'm going to vomit blood and die just thinking about it.
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